Here's the article. Pretty arrogant if you ask me.
Yes, its not a typo, Im in Kentucky: They said Id never, ever step foot in Georgetown. Ive often joked around that I would never go, being that Im an ethnic Yawka and Id stick out worse than Joe Pesci would, or actually did, in My Cousin Vinny. I mean, Im a complete dead giveaway for someone who, well, isnt from Kentucky.
Just as the folks from small towns like this have certain preconceived notions about the Big Apple and loud, arrogant, obnoxious, aggressive folks like myself, Ive seen things on TV about how city boys and hillbillies dont exactly mix.
Sorry, Georgetown but there was nothing to change my view in the least.
First of all, its in a dry county. Why is there anywhere in America that is dry? Lets get real people. Not selling alcohol in one area is the dumbest thing in the world. You know what it does? It forces you to travel long distances to the next county to get drunk and then drive aaaaalllll the way back to Georgetown. How stupid is this rule? It also leads to the freaking hillbilly who was selling moonshine out of the back of his truck. Did I just say moonshine? Did I just say hillbilly? Folks, Im not making this stuff up.
There are actually people who still sell moonshine in Kentucky and there was a guy giving it out from the back of his pickup the weekend I was there.
How do I say this gracefully and without half of Kentucky wanting to hang me by my you know whats? Lets be honest, parts of Kentucky dont exactly have a reputation for hording the members of MENSA or the contestants for the National Spelling Bee. With that in mind, Im begging the folks in the Georgetown area to hire a full-time scout to walk around the town and correct grammar and spelling in order to dispel the myths.
The two best signs in America are both in Georgetown. First one hung in a WalMart that read, All movies needs to be pay in electronics. Huh? You is a honor student? Didnt, oh, I dont know, ONE PERSON realize that sentence simply isnt English?
Then, I didnt see this sign but I heard about it, the local Wendys originally had their big sign out front say, Now hiring closers. However, the c in closers fell off so for a while Wendys was Now hiring losers.
Nice.
Worst bar Ive been to on the road: The Pub in Lexington, Ky. Ive written about places Ive loved but I have to give both sides of it. A few Bengals friends and I drove down to Lexington on a Sunday evening to find a few beers and arrived at The Pub in Lexington at 10:30. We were immediately informed that we could only get one round because as the waitress explained, The police will come in and grab them right off your table at 11 p.m. sharp.
Are you kidding me? Thats what the police spend their time on in this town? Are they chasing around bootleggers in old Studebakers? Can you imagine that?
Anyway, back to the waitress and her 11 p.m. cutoff. Last I checked Im good for a little over a beer in a half hour. Last call? Fine, everyone in my party will have three drinks each and well have them polished off at 10:55. Guaranteed!
The waitress, bartender and manager all panicked over this idea as if Elliott Ness would raid the place at any minute. Come on people, were all adults here. Were talking three lousy beers.
That wasnt the bad part, though. The manager, a total Doogie Howser-looking goober, walked over and the following is the actual conversation that ensued:
Goober Pyle, Manager Extraordinaire: I understand you ordered three rounds but we cant do that because all alcohol has to be finished by 11.
Aggressive New Yawka Glaze: Thats OK buddy, well have them finished off for you, no problem.
Goober Pyle, Manager Extraordinaire: We cant do that, the police will take them out of your hands. Im sorry.
Aggressive New Yawka Glaze: Its OK, Im willing to do the time.
Goober Pyle, Manager Extraordinaire: Sorry, its not going to happen. I can only give you one. Were only looking out for your best interests.
Are you kidding me? This is where I got a little... frustrated shall I say.
Aggressive New Yawka Glaze: Doogie, you want to protect my best interests, get me a **** 401K plan! Dont let me buy a dog from Bad Newz Kennels but dont tell me youre going to play drink police.
Goober Pyle, Manager Extraordinaire: Its for your own safety, sir.
Aggressive New Yawka Glaze: Im so lucky to have a guardian angel like you at my side. Seriously, where were you when I fell out of that tree house when I was 8, or the time I got my *** choked out in the Octagon or the or the time I took a blow torch in high school and cut off the roof of my car so I could have a convertible. Thank you so much oh Hillbilly guardian.
Goober Pyle, Manger Extraordinaire: (Blank look)
The best part of it was we had to drive another 20 minutes to find another place to drink and the waitress from The Pub actually found us there and wanted to sit and drink with us. Lets get this straight, you refuse to serve us and then want to sit and have drinks with us? Aggressive New Yawka Glaze made that the most uncomfortable five minutes of conversation shes spent in a bar in a long, long time.
That night was the longest five years Ive spent at one place in my life.
2007-08-27 02:44:00
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answered by bluelight1956 1
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Yes. I read it. Someone else posted a question about it. As a native of New York City, Glazer's colun illustrated one of the chief reasons I left NYC for good shortly after my 18th birthday. There's a certain element there who believe that city is the center of the universe and if one travels west of the mall in Paramus New Jersey, one is in danger of falling off the edge of the earth. The column is just a put-down of the people and culture of Kentucky based on casual observations where local people would not accede to Mister Glazer's wishes to be served alcoholic beverages in violation of local law. A prime example of an insular bore who has no knowledge or appreciation of anyone who lives outside the five boroughs of the city.
And take it from me. In many cases their ignorance of the outside world is almost total. It even rubs off on the out-of-towners who take up jobs in mid-Manhattan and broadcast the news on TV.
2007-08-24 16:54:21
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answered by desertviking_00 7
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I think PCB got his fro stuck in his zipper and he can't figure out how to free himself. I see Munkey on Facebook once in a while. Ding probably sold Nasty into white slavery. I hear from LeRoy once in a while, and the rest of them I have no freaking clue.
2016-05-17 08:31:38
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