Thowback blog – Just a “Quick” Vent

Okay here’s another throwback continuing with the rude DC people theme.  I had to edit my name and my sister’s but that’s about it.  BTW middle sis is now going to be called……..hmmmm……Strechneck.  Just kidding, but that is her nickname.  Guess we’ll stick with Jean for now.  So remember this…little sis – Liv, middle sis – Jean, Me (oldest and best) – Sara.  😀

Date of this blog is July 9, 2006….

Hello folks.  I figured I’m WELL overdue in writing one of my infamous blogs, so…here it is.  This is a semi-continuation of ‘Gotta love the metro’, just to continue on with the nasty DC people theme.  Although I’m sure I’ll have more fiascos to report in the future, provided I continue my stay in this crazy town.

So last night I’m at the GTown Waterfront.  To make a long story short, instead of being on the water drinking a Corona and mingling with DC’s finest, I’m with a friend of mine, we’ll just call her ‘S’.  S and I are waiting for our other friend ‘A’ to come pick S up because she forgot her ID (yes, this actually happens to 29 year olds).  Our other friends hadn’t arrived yet, and of course, A only has a two-seater car, thereby, when they leave to go pick up S’s ID at home, I am left deserted at the Waterfront, hoping my other friends will show up, and quickly.  Without fail, that didn’t happen, so I was sitting around waiting for S & A to return and this dude of course comes up to me to make small talk.  He’s from out of town and wants to know where to hang out.  As I’m trying to be nice to this guy, I’m fiddling around with my phone and another huge chunk falls off of the hinge.  (For those of you who don’t have the pleasure of hanging with me on a regular basis, my phone is hanging on for dear life and may fall apart at any instant, but I don’t want to get a new one now b/c my ‘New Every Two’ free phone will be available to me next month.  And please tell me the point of paying the $50 cell phone insurance deductible when I will just be getting a free phone in a month anyway.  Moving right along…).  Then of course, the phone rings (don’t worry, I answered it verrrrry carefully), and I tell the dude next to me that I need to take it, because I knew if I didn’t answer the phone now, I would never call this chick back since I’d been putting off the call-back for 4 weeks.  Anyway I’m chatting it up with the friend on the phone, and dude from out of town gets up and says ‘nice talking with you,’ and walks off.  WHY did I feel bad about this?  Was I rude to interrupt our conversation by answering the phone, because this guy was just trying to be friendly and find out what to do in DC???  Was I a mean person because I bought the homeless guy a 6 inch Subway sub instead of a footlong?  Am I just too nice????  ah, the dilemmas.

Anyway…I digress.  Getting to my point here.  So I’m on the street corner with S, waiting for A to pick her up to go get her ID.  We are literally on the corner on the sidewalk, apparently in the middle of the pedestrian walkway.  Woops, MY bad.  I’m standing there, minding my own business, when this group of 3 people, and one big girl walk across the street and then between me and S.  The big girl is rambling by and says under her breath (but obviously wanting me to hear) “that’s a GREAT place to stand.”  Just like that, with the emphasis on GREAT.  Like WTF.  Girl, get a grip.  It’s called WALKING AROUND ME.  I’m not that large of a person, mind you.  Before I could even comprehend the AUDACITY of her comment, she was gone.  Then I turn to S, like, “did I just hear what I think I heard?”  S confirmed, and we griped for a minute about the comment.  At this point, the first thing that came to mind was ‘Where is my sister Jean when I need her?’  Jean is bigger than me and always the one I go to in times of an impending physical battle.  Dude, Jean would have gone right up in the chick’s face and told her to shove it.  But Sara, no.  Honestly, had I been a little quicker on my toes and Big Girl wasn’t rambling by so quickly, I would have said, ‘excuse me honey, do you have something to say to my face?’ or something along those lines.  But the ridiculousness of her comment didn’t hit me until she had rambled along too far down the road.  There was no turning back.  So S and I just discussed for a minute and we left it at that.  Or should I say, S took off with A in the two-seater and I was left to contemplate the rudeness of DC people to myself.  Maybe I should have taken this up with dude from out of town, or possibly one of the DC cab drivers who will talk about anything from your sex life to how to play the dating game and come out on top.  Regardless, after this little escapade, I thought to myself “this is why my friend Chache is moving back to Denver.”  And thus I bring this blog back to my ‘About Me’ section that is currently posted on my page.  Am I the only normal person out there…why can’t everyone be like me…and why in the HE*L are DC people so RUDE???  I mean, do people really think this nastiness will get them anywhere in life?  I suppose I was the better person in this instance by not responding back to her ridiculous remark.  Technically, it wasn’t THAT bad.  But I really just don’t understand where people get off sometimes.  Do you?

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2 Responses to Thowback blog – Just a “Quick” Vent

  1. Mo says:

    This reminds me of the time we jiggled the handle of the womans bathroom and then this chick walks out and says “Have you heard of knocking??” Like wtf don’t most people jiggle the handle to see if someone is in the bathroom first before knocking? And if you don’t who cares?? Really, it’s like that? People are so rude sometimes. Oh and not to mention she then proceeds to stare at us and talk about us to someone else as we walk by??!! You have nothing better to do honey? That’s why I like smiling at people and saying super sweet nice things to them.. I hope maybe in their heart they realize they are just nasty people after all. 🙂

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