If, lets say, I the door for someone and they stroll in like they’re royalty and I’m a peasant who will not be acknowledged, I say “You’re welcome!” all indignantly. OK, I’m from The Bronx and i usually say, “Youwelcom”, but you know what I mean. Over at a crafty-type forum, a side conversation mentioned that thing New Yorkers do to remind others to say “Thank you” And here I thought it was just me being snarky and a bit rude (but not as rude as the Kings and Queens of the Universe to whom it is beneath to utter a courtesy.)
I’d dismiss it as being a New York out of hand, but ever since I found out a roll with butter isn’t a universal breakfast food on the go, I’ve been a bit more circumspect. Whadyathink?
P.S., I was also surprised to learn that the question/answer type statement is a Yiddishism (is that a word) that was picked up by New Yorkers. You know, the What am I? Chopped Liver? construct. Now, lets see if I remember how to make a poll. . .