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Horror On The Hamptons Jitney

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15 Aug 2007 ›

9 a.m.

Ali and I scored an invite to the Hamptons this past weekend from her friend Whitney who is some kind of an heiress (something to do with frozen foods). It came at the very last minute, so I grabbed a bikini and a toothbrush and hauled ass to meet Ali at the 69th St. stop for the Jitney. The Hamptons Jitney is basically a cutesified bus that does everything in its power convince passengers that it isn’t. After all, nobody wants to feel like the riffraff riding in cheapo mass trans, while Hamptonites in higher tax brackets are chauffeured by private car. So the bus offers Wifi (that never works), snacks and a marked absence of bussy aroma. Thing is, poor in the Hamptons is rich anyplace else, so even the grubbiest passengers tend to look like they’re on their way to a J. Crew shoot.

Anyway, we got there in time and were on our way – smooth sailing – blah blah blah. Till the 40th St. stop when… mmmhmmmm. Yep. Chase boarded. I fought the childish urge to cover my eyes and therefore turn invisible. There was nothing to do but clench. As he passed, our eyes met, but his face registered nothing. After obsessing for about an hour, I got up and went back to his seat. “Hey, lets talk,” I said. He turned off his iPod and said, “Sure,” super calmly. He then proceeded to blow my mind. He said that he owed me an apology – that he had gone off his meds about a month ago and had become increasingly paranoid and fixated. Apparently, things got really ugly at work when he started following his receptionist around town. But he was back on the horse, regulated and (best of all) NOT THE LEAST BIT ATTRACTED TO ME (no offense).

No offense taken Bro-Dog! Never before had being dissed made me feel so blissed out! We sat there for a minute, just grinning at each other. For a second I actually thought, “You know, may be we could be friends”. But then I remembered that everything about him made my skin crawl. So I wished him a pleasant weekend and went back to my seat.

Written by: Career Girl

My name is Career Girl and this is my blog. I write mostly (but not always) about my experiences at work. I hope that by writing about work I will stop wanting to kill everyone there. So far, no dice - but hope springs eternal right?