One of the first things I noticed when arriving at San Diego State in 1980 was that the locals, and a lot of Californians, just don’t get New Yorkers. They saw us as super rude, fast-talking, hyper wound-up types with all kinds of pent-up aggression and no sense of personal space. To which, as a Native New Yorker I would have to reply, “Yeah? So?”
Also, people out here just don’t tend to get pissed off and vent the way New Yorkers do … Or move on as fast after they’ve vented. A couple of years ago, after dealing with some absurdly off-the-wall shit at work, my boss commented, “Wow, you were really uber, hyper, upset about that.”
“No”, I replied, already having shaken the incident off and headed downstream to another topic, “Just a little pissed-off.”
I guess it’s one of those deals where, if you’ve spent any time living in The City, then you get it, and, if you haven’t, you don’t. New Yorkers just roll with a different vibe than most … And no matter how far removed you are from the New York experience, a bit of the attitude remains bonded to your DNA for life.
Take, for example, dealing with inconsiderate drivers who park without due regard to the peace and convenience of others. There are many ways one could deal with this situation, but here’s how a few New Yorkers displayed their displeasure:
I daresay that after the individuals left these missives, they moved on with their lives, never looking back … Secure in the knowledge that their inconvenience had been repaid, in kind, at the expense of the erring party’s dignity. Well, except that, since the erring party is also a New Yorker, they probably just uttered a few choice expletives before dismissing the whole thing and tossing the note (usually in the street, right next to the litter basket.)
Come to think of it, if the “City that Never Sleeps” slept more often, there might be a whole lot less grumpy-ass people walking around in it.
Thanks to my cousin, Genevieve, a native Lawnguylander, for the share.