Wednesday, June 03, 2009
On Being Neighborly
I’ve been emailing my friend Kristine about the trip and future plans to move and she reminded me of a little story I didn’t share. As I told Kristine, I know the difference between those who are being neighborly and those who are only looking for any information about you that they can get in order to lure you in and back stab you later. Yes, there are plenty of people out there like that. I work and have worked with quite a few of them.
When I say, “I hate people”, I’m talking about the assclowns that hate themselves and try to bring you down to their level of hatred. This city is FILLED with those types of people. Sometimes one needs to get the hell away to be reminded that there are some fantastically wonderful people in this world that you wouldn’t mind sitting down and having a beer with. So, I’m going to share with you the story I just told her in an email:
When I got back from seeing the sites in the day, I had to go to the front desk for soap. While I was waiting, two older gentlemen were checking in. I waited patiently. They were asked for their address and then phone number. After the first one gave out his phone number, he turned to me and said, “You didn’t write that down did you?”
I told him that I certainly had written it down and would soon be calling.
His friend then gave his information and after he gave out his phone number to the front desk I said to the first gentlman, “And if you don’t answer, I’ll just call him to find out where you are.”
I then went upstairs to write an entry and then went to the bar right behind the hotel for a drink to get away from the screaming kids in the pool. Lo and behold, who was there? The two older gentlemen and their wives.
“Oh great”, said the first older gentleman. Which I knew was a joke. So I joked back with him. This is how we were sitting:
Mr. Fake Attitude was sitting on the far right end. Next to him was 2nd gentleman’s wife, then 2nd gentleman and then 1st gentleman’s wife. Then me.
They were all talking to the bartender mostly but then the wife of the 1st gentleman started talking to me. Periodically the 1st gentleman would say things like, “Don’t get familiar with HER!” Things like that. He then bought everyone another round, including me. Without telling me. The bartender told me. I, of course, thanked the 1st gentleman. He told me not to get used to it. He also asked what kind of an airboat captain could I be if I’m sitting there drinking a beer.
That is the kind of banter I love.
We continued to sit at the bar and talk and I talked a lot to the wife of the 1st gentleman. I told her where I was from, what I did for a living, why I was in St. Augustine, that sort of thing. At one point I told her I used to bartend in Seattle. She then started trying to get the bartender’s attention, (the manager), and when she did told him that I have tended bar before. She was trying to get me a job right there. Her arms were flailing as she was trying to get the bartender’s attention and telling him this and I was grabbing for her arms to put them down and after she told the bartender/manager this, I said, “Mother! C’mon!” She said she doesn’t get to do that with her kids so she decided to do it to me.
More talking ensued. Eventually they got a booth to have dinner. I was invited by wife of the 1st gentleman. 1st gentleman said, “OH GOD, don’t invite her! We’ll never get rid of her!”
I said that was incentive enough to eat with them but passed on the offer. I thanked her for it and told her I did appreciate the gesture but that I had to get to a ghost tour soon and was still full from lunch. But thank you anyway.
They went and sat down and I finished my drink. I then got up to leave and as I passed them bid them adieu and wished them all a great vacation. They wished me a safe trip home and it was nice to meet me.
So, you see, I don’t actually hate everyone.
I know that on this site it may appear that I’m always ticked off and hate the whole world but please remember that this is where I come to vent. VENT. This does not mean this is how I am at all times in real life. I don’t need to vent about cool people. I need to vent about the plethora of clownshoes available in the world and discuss exactly why I hate those clownshoes. Because if I don’t do it here, I’ll say it to their face and some things you just really don’t need to be saying out loud. Until you no longer work there or are no longer their neighbors.
I am a friendly person and I DO enjoy the hell out of SOME people’s company; when they are genuine. I like genuine people. It’s those other ones that I don’t like and since they make all the noise, they usually get the attention. I suppose I should start sharing more stories like the one above.
Don’t be expecting a lot of those types of stories until I move, though. Although, I do have one BIG story I’m going to tell later but the story isn’t over yet. And I think most of you will be shocked by something I’m going to say in that story. Oooh, now I’ve got you hanging on the edge of your seats. Muahhahahahahhahaa!
I hate when people do that to me but it will be worth it. It’s a great story but I can’t tell it until it’s finished. Patience.
In the meantime, bask in the revelation that I’m not a raving bitch. Just on the blog.
