I'm still waiting to meet some nice people in south florida
I run a restaurant out here and seriously, I'm really getting irritated at how much South Floridians find it acceptable to swear at people and act like complete idiots. Yesterday I had a manager who worked for me start cussing at me because I held him accountable for his job, which he wasn't very good at, and two of our customers cussing at my coworkers just because everyone out here feels so damned self important. I kid you not, if I stay here much longer, somebody is going to end up stuffed into some luggage, and left on a curb somewhere. What happened to people having respect for each other? Once upon a time, this kind of idiocy would have led to a fight, and word would get around, and then people wouldn't be so brazen with their language. I mean, for crying out loud, you pay 12 bucks at my place, how pissed can you really get? It's time for me to move, for sure.
I too am a restaurateur; have been for the past 16+ years. I moved to Florida intent upon semi-retiring in the wonderful temperate climate here. Naturally, I picked the best time to do this-right in the middle of the worst recession since '29 (don't get me started on THAT scenario)-so the only position available was in the restaurant industry that I so desperately sought to semi-retire from.
I have found that the senior citizens here in south Florida are some of the meanest, most cantankerous, rude, vulgar and impatient people on this blue ball we populate. Perhaps it has something to do with all the New York accents I keep hearing. Then again, I have spent countless weeks in Manhattan and rarely encountered the "assholes and bitches" I meet here in south Florida on a daily basis.
Restaurants are an interesting place to work because they are microcosms of our society. If you spend many years in this industry you can observe the changing fashions, morals and mores of our society. It has been facinating to witness the fattening of America from behind a grill, cash register or prep area. It constantly amazes me how obese we have become. If you observe these "weeble-wobbles" (they weeble and wobble from side-to-side as they walk, much like an alcoholic who's been on an all night binge) you will notice that they walk this way because their thighs are so thick (sometimes thicker than my waist) that they are incapable of moving straight ahead. I used to wonder why so many fat people had stains on the fronts of their shirts. Then I discovered that it is from having to sit so far from the table that their arms travel an astounding distance from plate to mouth. Naturally, not all that food they mound on their forks makes it to their gaping maws, which explains the stains. Perhaps it is their never-ending search for replenishment of all those fat cells that renders them so mean, cantankerous, rude, vulgar and impatient. I don't know. What I do know is that these people make a choice to look as they do. Many of them could be quite pretty or handsome if they only lost 2-300 lbs. It's a shame if someone is homely, but to be FAT and homely is a sin! Gluttony, thy name is the American people.
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I don't know if I can blame it on the Northerners either. I mean in New York, when somebody says F-you, it means anything from "Ha, you got me" to "hey I'm glad you're my friend so we don't have to fight" to "hello, punk". Out here, it means anything from "I hate that you have more than me" to "I hate that I have to be here right now" to "F-you." I think it has a lot more to do with the astounding immigrant population. I've lived in lots of places, and the higher the ratio of natural born americans, or multi-generational americans around, the nicer the city seems to be.
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