why do yankees travel?
I mean...
Everywhere I go there are Yankees complaining, incessantly.
If they're so damned miserable, why can't they stay up there and let the rest of us enjoy the fabulousness of the universe?
(Not every Yankee bitches, but *every* time someone is bitching and whining and fussing and being an entitlement whore, it's a Yankee, why is that?)
London. Vegas. Houston. Concerts. Cruises. Tours. There's always something wrong. There's always something to bitch about. There's always something irritating.
It's just maddening.
Oh, and to the grouchy bats from New Jersey in the bar Monday? That bartender that you thought was *all* over you and appreciated you involving him in your hatefest about Tim McGraw/rodeo/Texas? Bought me and Lorna our drinks. And the waitress that you ran ragged because the blueberries were frozen and the butter was too cold and and and? Kept rolling her eyes and muttering about how awful you were. Hell, we heard about you from random rodeo folks in the hotel. Please. Next time? Stay home. Please.
Everywhere I go there are Yankees complaining, incessantly.
If they're so damned miserable, why can't they stay up there and let the rest of us enjoy the fabulousness of the universe?
(Not every Yankee bitches, but *every* time someone is bitching and whining and fussing and being an entitlement whore, it's a Yankee, why is that?)
London. Vegas. Houston. Concerts. Cruises. Tours. There's always something wrong. There's always something to bitch about. There's always something irritating.
It's just maddening.
Oh, and to the grouchy bats from New Jersey in the bar Monday? That bartender that you thought was *all* over you and appreciated you involving him in your hatefest about Tim McGraw/rodeo/Texas? Bought me and Lorna our drinks. And the waitress that you ran ragged because the blueberries were frozen and the butter was too cold and and and? Kept rolling her eyes and muttering about how awful you were. Hell, we heard about you from random rodeo folks in the hotel. Please. Next time? Stay home. Please.
posted by Auntie Pooh @ 7:18 PM
5 Comments:
At 9:43 AM,
Jean said…
*moves*
At 1:22 PM,
C.Potts said…
*moves with Jean*
At 1:29 PM,
Julia said…
I wish someone could actually explain
At 2:32 PM,
Jean said…
[to Julia] I can't explain. She's right, many northeasterners do have a sense of entitlement (speaking as one, I get to say this). I think sometimes northeasterners feel that they're better (or smarter, or whatever) than other people, so they complain because it makes them feel validated and important.
Then again, for some people complaining is a way of life, they're not happy if they don't have something to bitch about.
Now, lest we go too far into generalizations, I'm talking about the NJ/NY/CT area. I haven't noticed it so much farther north, say, in Boston or VT for example.
And, you know, some Yankees are all right. ;-)
At 12:22 PM,
C.Potts said…
Complaining is what we do. It's natural: if we say something is good, it goes away. If you like a store, it closes. If you like a person, they die. If you like the weather, it changes.
If we bitch about it, though, it endures FOREVER.
(That's my latest working theory. The alternative is that more people need to get hit with sticks, which probably isn't helpful)
And why do we travel?
(Because we keep hearing about all them cowboys and cowgirls, and we don't have any local to look at! Hee)
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