Yesterday, at the Big M market (which is so small that it leads me to believe that the Big M is a reference to the owner of the market, rather than said market):
Older man, pausing by my car as I transferred the groceries from the cart: "Yous from Cali?"
Me, believing in my heart of hearts that "being from Cali" is a fabulous and most wondrous thing: "Yes!"
Him: "What the hell ah yous doing heah? Ya lost?"
At which point he abruptly turned and walked away.
Me: *speechless*
Me: *giggle*
In my bright and shiny mind, which has been soaked by California sunshine and golden poppies, I believed it was some northern New York quirkiness that led him to state his mind and walk away. I mean, you hear all about the bluntness (read: rudeness) of New Yorkers, right? It was just a new experience in a new state and I happily went about my merry little way, finding the whole thing rather amusing, and possibly even charming. Oh, these New Yorkers!
When Dan came home (himself being a native New Yorker) I told him about my funny adventure at the grocery store, giggling and snorting my way through the entire anecdote.
Dan's reaction was slightly different than mine.
Dan: What the hell? What an asshole.
Me: What?
Dan: What the hell did he say that for?
Me: I don't know. I think he was just stating his mind and calling it a day.
Dan: *fume* What a jerk! What did you say?
Me: I didn't say anything... he didn't give me a chance.
And here's where the New Yorker in him REALLY came out to play....
Dan: Well, maybe that's why he walked away.
Me: ?
Dan: He was probably expecting to hear something interesting.
Me: What??
Dan: Well, he probably thought you'd have something interesting to say about why you're here.
Me: Ummm... he didn't give me a chance.
Dan: Yeah, he probably was just expecting to hear something interesting and when you just said "yes" he probably figured you had nothing else to say so he walked away.
Me:
Dan:
Me: Soooo... you're saying I BORED him into walking away?
Dan: Well, if I asked someone if they were from somewhere and all they said was yes, I'd figure they weren't interested in talking to me.
Me:
Dan:
Me: Sooooo... you're saying I BORED him into walking away?
Dan: Well, that's what it sounds like to me... Nothing else makes sense, right?
Me: Sooooo... me BORING him into walking away is the only thing that makes sense?
Dan: Well, yeah.
Me: So him being a rude New Yorker would have absolutely NOTHING to do with this?
Dan: What do you mean, "Rude New Yorker"?
Me: Who ends a conversation with a question and then walks away before hearing the answer? And who DEFENDS that by stating the answerer of the question was BORING, which made the walking away a typical response?
Dan:
Me: *fume*
Dan: Why are you getting mad?
When cultures collide, y'all...
That's all I'm saying.
Jebus . . . anyone who walks away before hearing an answer is a rude rat bastid! *Especially* if that was "unspoken commentary" about noticing a fine, hawt, upstanding Cali girl "out of place".
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