I recently came back to Los Angeles after a few weeks away, and in my first 2 hours, I realized afresh that this is the rudest, least civilized place on the planet.
I got yelled at twice by bratty random people as I trudged on and off the public transportation. Such a nice welcome.
When you’re in Loserville for a while, you get used to the rudeness and it’s not so obvious any more. The hissing, sparking jolts are so wearisomely common that you grow to accept them as normal behavior.
It’s when you’ve been away in places with decent human beings that you see the huge difference. You return, having been softened and soothed, just for the overwhelming stench of this giant garbage dump to assault your senses all over again.
It’s not just that they’re rude, but the insufferable surety that they are the best people on Earth and therefore deserve to be rude and uncivilized to the rest of us poor stupid peasants, that is so galling.
The man that yelled at me then proceeded to eyeball me — all haughty-like — in offense that I hadn’t paid attention to his yelling.
Just a whiny, bratty tribe of people.
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