Wednesday, August 29, 2012

BAD MANNERS


There's a report out that the Northeast is the rudest part of the USA. 

First of all, I feel my chest swell with pride while I type that.  Second, this moniker doesn't surprise me one bit.  Third, this is based on the number of times people used the phrase "F*** you" on Twitter, and that's just not fair since Josh Beckett was still here and pitching for the Red Sox during the study.  Finally, this study was done by the Ukrainians, and everyone knows they overindulge in vodka.

Look, the people doing this study have to understand ONE thing:  People in the Northeast, particularly New England, are not ones to sit back and get smacked around.  (Revolution?  Anyone?  Anyone at all?)  We're not rude -- We don't take any shit.  There's a huge difference.

For example, when we're driving and a car cuts us off, we need to point that error out, especially if we're on Storrow Drive going about 65 mph and some idiot decides he wants off at Back Bay but he is closer to the Esplanade than the left-only exit, and especially if that driver is from south of the Mason-Dixon line or Quebec.  When he slices across the lanes, nearly takes out the taxi, then demands the space we are currently occupying, it is our duty to give him the one-finger salute and the fine how-do-ya-do of the accompanying, "F*** YOU!"  Sometimes we even add "A**HOLE" as a cursory greeting, just to be extra-friendly.

How about the people who walk around during a high-humidity heat wave and say things like, "What gorgeous weather!" or "How about this heat?"  Yeah?  Well, "F*** YOU and bite my melting ass while you're at it."  That's not being rude.  That's simply making an editorial comment for their own safety.  The next person they say something so flippant to might have a gun and some armpit swazz.  Really, we're just being friendly in our own way.

Finally, how can people possibly think we're not polite?  When it snows (and snows and snows and snows), don't we all try to drive really fast to get out of the way?  Don't we offer up our random lawn furniture and kitchen chairs and orange traffic cones we stole from the Big Dig as parking space holders?   It’s not like we stand out there waiting for Ukrainians who are desperately searching for safe-haven and scream, "F*** YOU, this is MY space.  I don't even own a CAR, you jackhole." 

Okay, yes, we do, but it's better than a nasty note that says, "Do not evah pahk heeyah unless ya have the propa tenant stickah, or we will steal yah wheels and scratch CHOWDA IS WICKED PISSAH across yah windshield." 

See?  We would never do that.  That's just f***ing rude.