This morning around 1 a.m, after a huge weather inflicted 3 hr plane delay in Charlotte, my plane finally landed at BWI/Thurgood Marshall airport. I never felt such a relief to be back in the MD area in such a long time. After spending almost 5 days on the West coast in San Diego, I’ve come to appreciate the DMV (DC/MD/VA) a whole lot more.
Yes, San Diego is aesthetically pleasing to the eye. From the beaches to the marina, the fresh air and also the seemingly liter free streets, BUT, I’ve never come across a city filled with such rude people. Even after growing up in the NYC/NJ area, which has a reputation for rudeness, I can truly say, San Diego has got to be the rudest city ever!
First off, my taxi driver, Vladamir, had the audacity to suggest to me and my taxi-mate that because of traffic he would drop us off up the street from our hotel, instead of in front of it. I looked at him and couldn’t believe he had the audacity to suggest that, even knowing that between the two of us we had about 5 pieces of luggage. Needless to say, I told Vladimir that I’ll sit back and enjoy the slow ride through the traffic. One good thing about his attitude and rudeness, was the fact that he didn’t even wait for a tip when he dropped us off, he practically threw our bags on the curb in front of the Manchester Grand Hyatt and burned rubber.
Besides the overall rudeness of San Diegoans, I also noticed the lack of diversity when it came to it’s young professionals. While my travel-mate and I took in some of the sights of the city, we noticed that we were continually the only ‘brown’ faces in the lounges and bars. I never knew a city could be so ‘lily-white’ before. There was truly a lack of African-American professionals in the city. The few we did run into were in town for either the Navy or attending the same conference I had to attend. Needless to say, Downtown San Diego made us feel like anomalies.
Not all was bad in San Diego. The weather was beautiful, never getting warmer than about 75 degrees. The shopping was great as well, it really pays to be a size 10 in Southern California because we noticed those clothes were always the most discounted, b/c god forbid any to be over a size 6! I don’t know any other Urban Outfitters location where I can pay only $40 for about 5 outfits!
We eventually ran into a few Navy Sailors who had just returned back from Iraq, on our last night there. Ironically, the concierge at my hotel ‘warned’ us about the Navy population in the area but they were the friendliest people we ran into during our whole stay, but of course they were from the NYC/NJ area, go firgure! They made sure our glasses were never empty and definitely provided us with some laughs and entertainment! So a huge thanks to Max, Matthew, Clay, Corey, Scott and the cute Hawaiian (I can’t remember your name), for showing my travel-mate and I a great time Tuesday (I told you guys I wouldn’t forget to mention you)!
San Diego down. Chicago next!
p.s(to my ‘travel-mate’ what happens in San Diego, stays in San Diego :), you didn’t think I’d tell on you now did u?LOL)