A**hole New Yorkers

This happened today. I am the character "Me".

Scene: Starbucks at 42nd Street and 11th Avenue (yes, 11th Avenue exists). Waiting in line for a treat or coffee, I am undecided on just how much sugar I want to ingest. A woman waits at the register while she places her order, and I am standing approximately 3 feet (perhaps the width of 2 people away?) to the right of her. There is no room to wait directly behind her as there is a table there, so the line must form to the right.

Enter: a man (certainly not a GENTLEman) in his 40s with newspaper tucked under his arm and brow furled. He steps in between myself and the woman at the register. I glance over at him.

Man (to Me): You waitin'?
Me: Yes I am.
Man: Welll how am I supposed to know, you're too far away from her. [He then steps to the right of me.]
Me: After being on crowded subways and crowded restaurants, I figured it's nice not to crowd people if you don't need to in this city.
Man: [pregnant pause]
Me: [delighting in his idiocy]

Woman leaves register with her $8 coffee, and I slide over to order at the register.
Man: Well cuz you know you need to be in a line so I actually know it's a line.
Me: Now I know why people from out of town dislike New Yorkers.

And dammit, I've lived here six years and I'm not an asshole, am I? I secretly hoped he burned his mouth on his coffee or it gave him diarrhea.

Argh!

Just wrote a long post after not being online for a month with my blog, and it disappeared! Argh, technology. Too frustrated now to write it again but will re-write tomorrow. This is more of a reminder for myself than anything, but I will write about:

1) Quitting my job
2) Babies having babies
3) Prom date turned rock star

Interesting topics, huh? Makes you want to check back in, right?