But I don't want to be a bitch
Something happened the other day that made me realize that this city is starting to wear off on me. And I don't like that. This woman was walking in the opposite direction of me in the street. She had a baby strapped to her chest, a book bag thing on her back and bags in her hands. When we were about to cross paths, her baby dropped a blankie on the ground. I was about to pick it up when I stopped and kept walking. This was the thought in my head at the time: "She'll probably be mad at me and yell at me or something about how she doesn't need my help." To me, this is just sad. It's sad that this thought even entered my mind. The fact that I didn't help her because I thought she would yell at me is sad. Am I really becoming a bitchy New Yorker? I would hate to think that in 5 weeks I've become completely apathetic. I really wanted to help her. My instincts were telling me to pick it up and help her. But I didn't.
It's just a completeley different kind of attitude here. Not that Chesterfield Missouri is brimming with kindness or anything, but it's just so harsh here sometimes. I miss waitresses that introduce themselves. Here it seems they can't possibly waste even just a second to be pleasant to their customers. I miss people who say sorry or excuse me when they step on you. I miss please and thank yous. Don't get me wrong, not everyone here is a cold hearted bitch, but there sure are a lot of people here that probably wouldn't blink if I got run over by a cab.
I don't know, I'm just a little homesick today. And my waitress at breakfast this morning was too brief, too rude, too uncaring. Just smile for fuck's sake. Even if it's a feigned smile, I at least feel better knowing that you're trying.
It's just a completeley different kind of attitude here. Not that Chesterfield Missouri is brimming with kindness or anything, but it's just so harsh here sometimes. I miss waitresses that introduce themselves. Here it seems they can't possibly waste even just a second to be pleasant to their customers. I miss people who say sorry or excuse me when they step on you. I miss please and thank yous. Don't get me wrong, not everyone here is a cold hearted bitch, but there sure are a lot of people here that probably wouldn't blink if I got run over by a cab.
I don't know, I'm just a little homesick today. And my waitress at breakfast this morning was too brief, too rude, too uncaring. Just smile for fuck's sake. Even if it's a feigned smile, I at least feel better knowing that you're trying.