Sunday, March 30, 2008

nice people creep me out...

Altitude is one thing. Sun is one thing. New cities are one thing. However, random people being nice is something a longtime portlander has a bit of trouble getting used to. Couple of days ago, we're walking down the street, minding our own business, and this guy sees my chrome bag and says "hey, you going to critical mass?" uhm, wasn't planning on it. "oh man, you should because bla bla bla my name's aj, bla bla bla welcome to Colorado, bla bla bla yea portland's pretty cool, bla bla bla bla bla." Jenny and I are a little taken aback, so we seek shelter in that great homebase of all anti-socials: the bar. Granted this is a wine bar, but still, a bar. We fend off the nice waiter and get our drinks. and not 5 minutes later another random is going "bla bla bla, yeah welcome to colorado, bla bla bla, i love bikes, bla bla bla isn't wine just the greatest? bla bla bla bla bla bla."

Can't seem to get away from it. The baristas are nice, the waiters are nice, the shop clerks are nice, and everyone just wants to say hi and check on how your day is going. Like a bunch of happy white folks with great tans skipping around like idiots. What. The. Hell.

I guess sun deprivation really does make portlanders a little more surly than everyone else. Although LA boasts just as many self-important weiners as PDX and they get plenty of sun... So maybe it's the air? Maybe there's something in the water? Maybe we're just really, really good looking? Idunno.

DT

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

maybe it's all the water that is in the air?

Pat Bateman said...

There's nothing worse than random people being nice! They should to stick to starbucks and greenpeace where they belong!

Ping Pong Says... said...

Nice is the new angry. Nachos tonight!

DT said...

long distance nacho tonight? sayy... 5:30? your time?

matt said...

Hey Dean!!!
I've got a sweet stem that's just waiting for dimensions from Ira so we can get a cool arc bar on there. I'll post to flickr in a couple days (signal cycles). Hope you're spreading the DT love all over the rocky mountains. And by love, I mean hate.