It is tradition that downtown Princeton light their town xmas tree the friday after t-day (big tree…more lights that Rockefeller center. woo. hoo.) Several thousand people jam themselves and just as many strollers into Palmer Square for some brass xmas carols, the first appearance of a (far too jolly) Santa and lighting the tree. Once the tree is lit, everyone leaves simultaneously. It’s a madhouse but the kids seem to like it.
Anyway, the Mrs. and I threaded our way through the crowd to find ourselves at the entrance to the Nassau Inn, the official Princeton hotel and restaurant if you like spending way too much for mediocre food in a pretentious ivy league atmosphere complete with hanging portraits of celeb alum like jimmy stewart and many politicos. I have yet to see brooke shields mug up on the wall. The front doors to the hotel are three-inch thick solid oak with automatic closers and can whack the heartiest off their feet once they get going. At this point the Mrs. needs to use the facilities as we’ve been standing agawk at the tree for almost two hours. There are several folks ahead of us with the same idea and, as most human beings do, each person enters the Inn while holding the door for the person directly behind them. Just courtesy, ya know? Well, the dude in front of the Mrs. decided holding the door was not on his agenda so I had to reach quickly across to grab the door that is just about to knock the Mrs. on her ass. Pushing open the door, and not one to miss conversing with my fellow-man I said. “Thanx. Asshole.”
Well, the dude stops in his tracks and waits for me to catch up to him and starts in. “You didn’t have to call my a disgusting name.” “And you could have held the door open for the person behind you.” “Yes, but you don’t have to call me a disgusting name. You’re a bully.”
At that point I just told him to go away. Ahh, nothing like the arrogant, pompous, self-centered Princeton affectations. Asshole.