Smug And Snooty

I live in the snottiest neighborhood in the world.  Parisians on the Left Bank have nicer manners, and we know how rude the French can be.

Park, Madison and Fifth Avenue from 60th Street to 95th are crammed with the entitled. People that, somewhere along the line decided, they were the better breed of New Yorkers  simply because they have money.

Why is it, grace rarely accompanies the very rich?

Just now I watched a woman while her tweedy husband egged her on (pun intended), humiliate a waiter because her eggs were a tad runny.  Now, if my oeuefs needed tightening (or anything else for that matter) I’d politely send them back.

You would have thought they were her own eggs, though from the looks of her face, make-up settling in its cracks, her over lights expired long ago.

I know this waiter.  He’s sweet, and often when he sees me in Starbucks early in the morning buys my coffee.  But that’s not why I like him.  He’s a young Latino fellow who began years ago as a cleaner in the restaurant below where I live.  He was then made a busboy after a decade of sweeping and mopping till he worked his way up to server.  And believe me, it wasn’t easy working for the troll who owns the place.  In other words, he earned it.  All of 30, to see him dressed down like that pained me, and no, I did not step in. Knowing him as I do, it would have humiliated him more if Sue, what he calls me, got involved.  He apologized and brought her a fresh order without even receiving a thank you.

Boy, did I want to smack her and her arrogant husband whose stomach splayed through his Brooks Brothers button-down.

It’s only one example of what it’s like living on the Upper East Side.

When I told Tony the grocer who too loves the waiter, he said.  “Did you recanize the bitch?  Maybe she’s a customa, cause I’ll fix her wagon.”

“What ever do you mean Tony?”

He winked at me slyly as he, with little mercy, hacked up a Cornish hen.

Hmm, hope I see her again, to get a better look.

SB

 

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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32 Responses to Smug And Snooty

  1. micklively says:

    “Why is it, grace rarely accompanies the very rich?” How do you think they got rich? I’ll give you a clue: it wasn’t by being graceful. Our economic system is competitive. For every winner, there has to be at least one loser; usually many more. The meek shall inherit the earth, just not any time soon.

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  2. Hank says:

    I ran into a high school classmate and his wife at a Manhattan reunion a few years ago. We exchanged stories over drinks for a couple of hours. My wife and I had previously planned on going to the lower east side for sushi after the reunion and I invited my old friend, now a hotshot commercial real estate agent and VP in the firm, and his overdressed (in gold) wife. We hopped a cab to Second Avenue to our favorite little sushi spot down there. It’s not Nobu but it also won’t break the bank. The wife looks at the plate put between the four of us in absolute horror. She picked up a section of dragon roll and pokes it with a chopstick and says “This is disgusting; I can’t eat this.” Her equally snobby husband instantly agreed. It was all downhill from there. My wife, embarrassed by how much they hated our modest sushi place, later said we should have taken them to the most expensive sushi restaurant in midtown. In hindsight we shouldn’t have gone anywhere with them at all. After not having seen my old classmate for forty years, it is safe to say people do change, and not for the better.

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    • I rest my case. It’s a shark tank up here. Florida watch out, although Boca is a close cousin. Saw the Sargent twice, note past Monday’s blog, and loved it. Yesterday a friend saw it and also swooned. To be able to paint like that is truly godlike.

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  3. What a story. Guess it’s not just up here arrogance reigns. I can see why Nicole was uncomfortable, I would have been too. Despite the theme, very nice hearing from you. Your deer send their regards.

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  4. Hank says:

    Actually the couple lived just a few blocks from you. They have since moved to their oversized mansion bordering a golf course in Florida. I was at the Met the other day to see the Sargent exhibit before it closes and looked around for spots there to photograph you. Let’s do that when I return from teaching my Tuscany workshop in mid-October.

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  5. skinnyuz2b says:

    A couple of our best friends make many millions every year. They are the most kind and down to earth people you could meet. I think maybe the secret is starting out at the bottom. They each came to America from Finland, she working as a housekeeper.
    On the other hand, my ‘rich’ cousins all have mega attitudes and won’t hesitate to let you know they are better than others. Yet they are not very wealthy at all, their parents were.

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    • Maybe this entitlement business is going global. Takes so little to be cordial. You don’t need to go overboard. Starting at the bottom ending at the top would make you a bit more humble, but sometimes it goes in reverse. Those early days make you want to kill. I guess every situation is different Skinny. Thanks for writing…appreciated as always 🙂

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  6. I take an instant dislike to people who are rude to wait staff. One of our wealthier friends is and a poor tipper on top of it all. I was always taught that you don’t piss off wait staff because they have ways to get even that you don’t know.

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  7. Yeah, I’m with Mick, “Not anytime soon.” I’d like to think that their just clueless, but I can’t leave it at that. Their clueless… and assholes! 😀

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  8. Patricia says:

    For the most part peeps around here are pretty down to earth. I do know an older woman who is a real Southern Belle and sometimes this Yankee wants to slap her silly Rebel face.

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  9. Why don’t these entitled f’ers have an ounce of fear that a booger will be in that next plate of eggs? Do they REALLY think that no one would DARE do that to them? That is a scary thought!

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