Seattle's Crazy Ladies
I know I've blogged about this before (Seattle's Angry Middle-Aged Woman Community) but I hadn't seen one for a while. I chalked it up to being unemployed. But yesterday, at a Post Office in Columbia City (an emerging hipster neighborhood in South Seattle), I was confronted with a doozy of a lady.
It was a warmish day, and I had to mail something for The Colonel. I admit I was a bit discouraged myself when I came in and saw a long line, with only two clerks working (Thank You, Republican congress) but I decided to wait it out. To my suprise, the line moved quickly, as the clerks were very efficient.
I had just gotten up to the counter when my crazy lady stormed in. The first thing I noticed was that she wasn't wearing a bra. I've no problem with that per se, but her bountiful bust (which was corralled into a small area by the straps of her backpack) was literally doing a very energetic little dance underneath her red T-shirt, and it was quite distracting. Her outfit consisted of the aforementioned shirt, the backpack (which was covered with an assortment of political pins) some Khaki bermudas (that were much too small, so they resembled a sausage casing) and a HUGE pair of combat boots. The whole ensemble was topped off with a beret that I suppose she considered quite chic. I thought she looked like an Israeli Army paratrooper (which might have been the intended look)
She stomped right up to where I was, crowded me out, and demanded of the clerk "I WAS HERE FOR 30 MINUTES YESTERDAY AND I DON'T HAVE TIME TO DO THAT TODAY."
The clerk was quite unimpressed "You'll have to get in line, Ma'am"
This didn't regierster with her "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. IT TOOK ME 30 MINUTES TO GET THROUGH THE LINE YESTERDAY AND YOUR COMPUTERS DIDN'T WORK. I DON'T INTEND TO WAIT IN LINE AGAIN!"
To which the clerk replied "Our computers are working fine. But you have to get in line"
"NO WAY"
"That's the way it works, Ma'am. You have to get in line...."
"WHATEVER" she yelled, turning away and stomping out. Then she paused at the door, turned around and presumably addressed the whole room with a hearty "FUCK YOU!!"
While this entire exchange was going on I, and the others in line, stood there quietly, not knowing what to do. But when she left, we all started talking at once. What a crazy lady. What was her problem? Did you see those boots?
Because of this, I have a theory: Seattle Crazy Ladies are an offshoot of the Seattle Hipster community, But I suspect they only survive and thrive in the lower rent neighborhoods. Do you coorospondents in the tonier hip neighborhoods have these ladies?
It was a warmish day, and I had to mail something for The Colonel. I admit I was a bit discouraged myself when I came in and saw a long line, with only two clerks working (Thank You, Republican congress) but I decided to wait it out. To my suprise, the line moved quickly, as the clerks were very efficient.
I had just gotten up to the counter when my crazy lady stormed in. The first thing I noticed was that she wasn't wearing a bra. I've no problem with that per se, but her bountiful bust (which was corralled into a small area by the straps of her backpack) was literally doing a very energetic little dance underneath her red T-shirt, and it was quite distracting. Her outfit consisted of the aforementioned shirt, the backpack (which was covered with an assortment of political pins) some Khaki bermudas (that were much too small, so they resembled a sausage casing) and a HUGE pair of combat boots. The whole ensemble was topped off with a beret that I suppose she considered quite chic. I thought she looked like an Israeli Army paratrooper (which might have been the intended look)
She stomped right up to where I was, crowded me out, and demanded of the clerk "I WAS HERE FOR 30 MINUTES YESTERDAY AND I DON'T HAVE TIME TO DO THAT TODAY."
The clerk was quite unimpressed "You'll have to get in line, Ma'am"
This didn't regierster with her "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. IT TOOK ME 30 MINUTES TO GET THROUGH THE LINE YESTERDAY AND YOUR COMPUTERS DIDN'T WORK. I DON'T INTEND TO WAIT IN LINE AGAIN!"
To which the clerk replied "Our computers are working fine. But you have to get in line"
"NO WAY"
"That's the way it works, Ma'am. You have to get in line...."
"WHATEVER" she yelled, turning away and stomping out. Then she paused at the door, turned around and presumably addressed the whole room with a hearty "FUCK YOU!!"
While this entire exchange was going on I, and the others in line, stood there quietly, not knowing what to do. But when she left, we all started talking at once. What a crazy lady. What was her problem? Did you see those boots?
Because of this, I have a theory: Seattle Crazy Ladies are an offshoot of the Seattle Hipster community, But I suspect they only survive and thrive in the lower rent neighborhoods. Do you coorospondents in the tonier hip neighborhoods have these ladies?
posted by Catalina Vel-DuRay @ Thursday, May 10, 2007
3 Comments:
At 12:57 PM,
Sylvia O'Stayformore said…
Jesus! They are all over.
Thank god she didn't spray people with something.
At 7:05 AM,
daisymayrobin said…
It sounds like she may have been overweight? I have found it is almost always the larger ladies that cause a fuss, like it is our fault they put on all the weight after they gave birth to their litter, or that we forced Bon-bons down their throats while they watched Oprah. I'm sorry our society prefers their women thin, but please don't make up for your insecurities by being a loud, obnoxious, rude person.
At 9:55 AM,
Fnarf said…
We have then in Phinney Ridge, but they are inside their cars, so we aren't subject to close interactions. Except at Fred Meyer, where they are always having some kind of aggravation with their huge stash of expired coupons. Yes, she would like to see the manager....
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