Yeah, people are really friendly here. Which sometimes is great, like when salespeople actually give a shit about helping you, or you have to stop and ask for directions and people smile and are happy to explain where to go. Contrast this with New England, where I once locked myself out of my car at a gas station, having just filled my tank, and the gas station people wouldn't let me use their damn phone to call AAA. It was early March, my coat was in the car, along with my cell phone, and I had to walk two blocks to a pay phone. Fuckers.
On the other hand, sometimes the uber-friendly thing can be too much. Like when some woman is telling you all about her daughter's Irish step-dancing lessons, a completely unsolicited story, instead of taking your burrito order. And you're like, I'm just want my cheap-ass pseudo-Mexican food and to be on my way, you clearly have other customers, why the hell are you even telling me this?
I guess it really comes down to the inner battle between my native Western roots and my adopted Masshole tendencies. And whether or not they are keeping me from food and/or caffeine.
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Date: 2005-08-05 02:21 pm (UTC)On the other hand, sometimes the uber-friendly thing can be too much. Like when some woman is telling you all about her daughter's Irish step-dancing lessons, a completely unsolicited story, instead of taking your burrito order. And you're like, I'm just want my cheap-ass pseudo-Mexican food and to be on my way, you clearly have other customers, why the hell are you even telling me this?
I guess it really comes down to the inner battle between my native Western roots and my adopted Masshole tendencies. And whether or not they are keeping me from food and/or caffeine.