Visitors and newcomers immediately comment that Seattle people are “nice.” They rarely get mad. They’re not pushy like people in other big citites. They’re friendly.<\/p>\n
“Sometimes it’s just too much,” a displaced New Yorker told my mom, who was born in New York and retains a Big Apple soul. “You just want to scream at somebody.”<\/p>\n
Just yesterday, my mom was holding me firmly by the leash (I have a tendency to get distracted by motorcycles and would love to take off into the street…cars? what’s a car?). She was on her way to the bus stop, waiting for the light to change, when a total stranger came up and asked, “Are you looking for something in particular?”<\/p>\n
“We’re just waiting for the light to change,” Cathy said, in a very un-Seattle tone.<\/p>\n
“Uh-oh, Gracie,” she said. “That woman probably wanted to be helpful. She thought we were lost. But I’m in a neighborhood holding a dog. Do I look like a tourist?”<\/p>\n
Just a couple of days ago another stranger told Cathy, “Those leashes aren’t good for dogs.”<\/p>\n
“I’ve discussed her leash with my trainer and my vet,” Cathy said. “She’s fine.”<\/p>\n
True.<\/p>\n
Our feline housemates are declawed. Cathy adopted them that way and they’re happy, healthy and not at all neurotic. Pushy, yes. Demanding, yes. But very polite and they purr all the time, except when I try to play with them.\u00a0 Just don’t tell any well-meaning helpful Seattle citiziens.<\/p>\n
Cathy’s going off to exercise class. Good! She’ll work off some indignation and then we’ll go do something constructive together…like visit the dog park for the umpteenth time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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