The current water crisis in Massachusetts (nicknamed "aquapocalypse" by someone who is surely very proud of themselves) has resulted in really only one thing: a perpetuation of every American, and in particular Bostonian, stereotype.
Local stores can't keep bottled water in stock. It's almost as if Katrina hit Boston. You would think that such a situation would bring out the best in people. Well, if you think that, you're clearly not from Boston or have never lived here. First of all, let me just preface this by saying I love Boston. I grew up near the city, and the city is great in many ways. However, an outpouring of friendliness from the locals is not one of those ways.
Let me give you a concrete example from this current water situation. This is an interaction that a friend of mine witnessed this morning at Shaw's supermarket:
Customer #1: (hoarding a couple of last remaining crates of bottled water...yep, crates, guarding them with her life like they were twinkies and Fat Camp just got out)
Customer #2: "Hey, do you think I could maybe get some of that water? You seem to have more than enough. You can't just take all of the remaining water!"
Customer #1: "It's a free country. I can do whatever I want."
Customer #2: "You're right, and because it's a free country I can also say whatever I want...so fahk you!"
Ahhh, Boston. One of the first settlements of this great nation. A place where Paul Revere once went out of his way to alert some of our founding fathers (Hancock and Adams) of the approach of the British army. Alas, if we were at war today on American soil in and around Boston, I can only picture one scenario:
Paul Revere esqe dude: "The British are coming!"
Other dude aptly named Sully or Murph: "Hey Revere, go fahk yaself! If you ever ride that horse near my lawn again, I'll rearrange your face."
I'm off to boil some water so that it's safe to drink. Beats going to the store.
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