Celebrity Sighting! Please read, you'll love the ending!

OK, everyone, I just received the most hilarious phone call from one of my friends, KC, in San Francisco.

100% true, and it just happened tonight.

KC and his friend decided to get some crab, so they went to Nonna Rose Seafood in Fisherman's Wharf. They wanted one of the outside tables, waited a few minutes, and were seated.

Just after they sat down, they heard a gruff man at the table next to them complaining to his waiter. "I thought you said I'd get some privacy here," he complained. "We're very busy tonight, sir, I'm sorry" he replied.

So, KC glances over at this guy. He's an older guy, strange-looking, by himself, reading a magazine, and there's a little grey-haired poodle at his feet, lapping water like crazy out of a very nice dish. He absolutely glares at my friend. KC leans across the table and whispers, "What an asshole," to his buddy. "Poor dog," his friend answers.

They're well into appetizers when the man calls over the server by crooking his finger. "Get the manager," he commands.

"Is something wrong?" the server says.

"Yes, I need to move my dog's water dish, but I'm not going to touch it myself."

Now, KC just about drops his fork when he hears this. I'm still a bartender, and he used to be, and that's got to be one of the most condescending requests he's ever heard.

The server rolls his eyes at KC and his friend, walks away, and soon the manager shows up.

"Sir?"

"Well, how am I supposed to touch this food after touching the dog's bowl? Move it and bring him another one!" he yells.

At this point, KC's friend says to him, "You know, that guy looks familiar. He even sounds familiar. I think he's famous or something."

The manager actually kneels down and starts to move the bowl when the man screams out,

"What are you doing?? Make the busboy do that!!"

KC and his friend actually burst out laughing at this point. They look over at the guy, and KC says it looks like he's about to bare teeth.

Eventually, a poor busboy is dispatched to move the dog's bowl. The man finishes his dinner, glares at KC's table, gets up and leaves.

They immediately call their server over.

"Hey, was that someone famous? He sure was an asshole."

"Yeh," the server said. "He eats here pretty often."

"So is he someone famous? He looks familiar, kinda."

"Oh, him?" the server says. "That's Michael Savage."

As soon as their dinner was over, KC was sweet enough to call me. "You're the first person I thought of," he said. "You should post that all over the internets."



Have any of you San Franciscan DUers had unfortunate run-ins with Savage before?

This isn't the first story I've heard about him and his antics.

Can you believe he was once a hippie?

How does a guy from San Fran who apparently loves dogs turn into such a raging rightie assbag who abuses wait staff?

A hippie once? Seriously? Now, that's sad.

And why in the hell did he want the dog dish "moved"? WTF is that about?

They were just trying to fit in and get some nookie. They did not share the progressive ideals of most hippies. Apparently, Savage (a pseudonym I believe), never did get any nookie to this day.

A complete and total asswipe that would turn coward if ever confronted. Just the kind of phony assmunch like Nugent and Limbaugh that freepers worship.

no bullshit, either. Michael Weiner.

I bet his last name was really prickhead!

though I will not mention it unhesitatingly, for fear of upsetting anyone. It's hardly novel, but it is, from my experience, true.

C'mon Felonious, give up the goods. Spill. Dish.

You're in good hands.

They have this repressed desire to jazzercise. Repressed jazzercisuality. But that's not all. They also develop thighmasterism, named after the Marquis de Thighmaster.

See Mark Crispin Miller's "A Patriot Act."

I told you that you knew already.

Hippies are some of the most self-righteous assholes I have ever met, especially the San Francisco variety. Ideology aside, hippies and ex-hippies can both kiss my ass.

Seattle hippies are a close second, but San Fran takes the hash brownie.

and it is/was bad there!!

and I loved every minute.

I lived at Berkeley Way and Ashton. We had a great 'hood and the whole time I was at the university, I just felt at home -- with all those other librul wackos.

Damn, I missed you. I was a single mom in the Eng dept.

Mostly, I heard your guys sirens. And the campanile. And watched my two boys grow up.

LOL!

I remember a friend saying, let's go to Cancun, and she meant, the taco place on Shattuck.

If the world ends, I want to be in Berkeley.

I was a Cal English major back in the day

2 blocks off Telegraph - back in the pre hippie era (63-65).

Live in Oakland.

Berkeley is the place.

I miss Berkeley lots. At least the wackos there are colorful, unlike the variety of wackos where I live now.

Right in the Heart of the Gourmet ghetto. Saw Al pAcino when they were shooting the insider on Shattuck

Loved living in the bay area...

SJR

That's one of the main reasons I live in Oakland...all the liberalism with only a fraction of the arrogance.

Was a hippie.

I was at a Dead show in Buffalo as this girl came bounding around the corner. She flew up to me and gave me a big hug.

I had managed to foil pickpockets twice before, but this took me totally off-guard. (even though it's obvious in retrospect)

Luckily, that hug only cost me $30... and she was a cutie!

I'd say roughly half the 'hippies' I've known were assholes. The other half didn't talk the talk at all... they just lived it.

same assholes---prissy-est damn people on earth. Even when you agree with them on a subject they still piss you off.

I agree with them on many things, but they lack a sense of humor about everything, especially themselves. Who needs that?

I throw Berkely into the San Fran mix, since I loathe that area (natural beauty, but fucking assholes).

Agree about Eugene too. Phew!

It's like, you're on the same page, for the most part, but they have to be so goddamned righteous about everything. And there's no give and take.

I call them "currently-enrolled college students."

Yeah, I am reminded of retired journalist Jack Germond, in his book "Fat Man In The Middle", he said "I agree with the Far Left on most issues, a great deal of agreement, but I can't stand being around most of them!"

I can relate. 4 years in GD, and I can relate.

I don't mean to irritate anyone here, but this is an amazing conversation. I grew up among conservatives who said the same thing about "hippies" and "liberals," but I didn't believe them. However, the few times that I did meet hippies, I thought that they were entirely too defensive.

This is so often said by so-called "conservatives"! (I said I didn't want to irritate anyone here; I don't want to imply that if you can't stand hippies, you would vote for Bush or would want to take away everyone's civil rights.)

What interests me most is that when you read conservative opinions (I mean the opinions of ordinary people), it seems to me the only reason they vote Republican or read the National Review and think it is amusing is because they, the conservatives, are entirely too vulnerable -- they are easily hurt and they might be from poor backgrounds. So, quite unintentionally, the conservatives (except for a few haters) are on the same page as you, the progressives, but psychological and socioeconomic barriers interfere.

I find this fact overly fascinating and will probably mention it many more times in the hope that the rift between factions will be repaired and the country can be spared any further "leadership" by the most evil people in the world.

to a hippy was one of the most amusing things I have ever done. They show up every summer looking for a medicine man and a sundance, and we run them off, LOL.

I live in Atlanta now, with a whole other brand of assholes. But last weekend, I had a breath of home as I listened to a pampered white suburban Desperate-Housewife type complain that the store (Whole Foods) didn't have shelled fresh edamame beans, but only the frozen variety. The clerk explained that they did have fresh edamame in the shells and the woman said, "YOU EXPECT ME TO SERVE EDAMAME IN THE SHELL LIKE AN ANIMAL?" I just burst out laughing. The glared at me and I just about pissed myself laughing so hard.

I love the food selection at Whole Foods but we call our local suburban location The Princess Store, as in far too many customers think they're royalty. I get many good laughs at the entitled behavior. Edamame in the shell, good grief!

At the risk of ticking off my neighbors, I agree that the SF/Berkeley hippie/ex-hippie types can be really annoying in their self-righteousness.

I confess, I do like Whole Foods, as they have many yummy things and you can actually find some that don't cost your firstborn if you hunt.

It's stories like that that make me think, y'know, maybe the people screaming about the "decadent West" and so on have a point...

all the same, I'll take suburban edamame entitlement monster over crazed violent fundamentalist entitlement monster. if those are the options. sigh.

I went to U of O myself so I know Eugene well. It was definitely a "Sundance" or Fifth Street Market moment there in Atlanta---on the other hand from Texas, Oregon sometimes seems like a sweet green liberal memory

...They're the ones we sell all the Mexi to.

PB

an aging dead head hippie. and yes, he was an asshole.

not exactly a shame when he accidently actually commited suicide(3rd wife leaving him).

Our people are among the most hard working liberals on the planet. Criticize us at your own risk.

I don't equate sermonizing and endless preachiness with "hard work", but to each their own. I guess it can be laborious to try and harrass others to your PC-thought, dietary, and fashion ways.

Hippies think they must be the only liberals, or the best variety, lol. Precisely why this debate exists.

I criticize at no risk, because truth is its own reward. Very self-important statement though, to warn those of us who criticize hippies as taking a risk.

What do I know about hippies, though? I'm just a cornfed girl from the midwest.

Is that hippies are white, suburban, faux-proletarian, sanctimonious pinheads with a glorified sense of self-importance and NO SENSE OF HUMOR WHATSOEVER.

Ultimately, it's just a scheme to sell tie-dyed shirts and hideous Birkenstocks to impressionable bourgeois white people - with a glossy layer of leftist rhetoric thrown in to assauge their guilt. And an excuse not to bathe.

To cover over their redneck.

how can you tell if you've been visited by dead heads lately?




(Answer)they're still there...

None, they just let it burn out and follow it around for thirty years.

How do you hide pot from a deadhead?

Put it in his workboots.

What do you call a deadhead in a suit?

Defendant.

"God, this band sucks!"

the definition of a hippie is, "a Jack who looks like a Jill and smells like a John..."

At least, maybe, just maybe, you could call Berkeley/SanFran/Pacific Northwest hippies geographically authentic, somehow. Maybe.

I just want something to throw at the local hippies I know, loathe, and seem to argue with more than Republicans. Like, "Whatevs, fake hippie! You went to Ohio State and you drive a Saab!"

Seriously.

People like that drive me to drink... especially the "no sense of humor" part.

Sorry, but as I started reading this thread and some of the massive generalizations, not just about "hippies" (what's the definition here by the posters of a "hippie") but also to lump together every resident and the areas that these "hippies" live in (ie. Berkeley, San Francisco, Eugene, OR etc.) as being one thing or another and generalizing them and stereotypes....

Wow, what happened Lavalady?

You all forgot to add my county of Marin, north of San Francisco - You know, the Marin Hot-tubbers (as Poppy Bush calls us)....

The entire thread is jest, I think. From the account of Savage's behavior in a restaurant to the gentle hippie-bashing, northern-California-needling offshoot.

It's just a fun, gossipy topic. It's a fleeting, whispy poke-fun-at-radio-hosts moment.

It's a way to take a break from hurricanes and failed leaders and make fun of ourselves... that's all.

Peace...

I guess we are all on edge these days....besides, I'm protective of my hippie friends and my husband's family is from Berkeley and also Eugene, OR....

It is my sacred duty to bash all things San Francisco/Berkeley/Northern CA.

We have working class, true-blue, ethnically diverse Dems down here in L.A. County. People as real as the sunshine and traffic jams, and as beautiful as the palm trees and sunsets.

Being a hippie in SoCal. It ain't easy, and my friends tell me every time they see me to get a haircut. I do make some concessions to the environment, such as shaving, bathing and dressing nicely, but it's difficult.

A hippie that can't laugh at himself can't laugh at anything, and is therefore, I think, not a hippie. Of course, it's important to be earnest, but...

Had it for years, and it isn't that short even now... never wore tie-dye or Birks, and won't start now.

To me, it's more about the lack of humor and having total self-righteousness rather than the fashion. But I consider myself the laid-back SoCal leftist a la The Dude from The Big Lebowski.

With a whole lot of Walter just to mix it up.

Nothing like the kettle dising the pot.

I hail from a bit further south, with a background more diverse than you could possibly imagine.

I have lived everywhere, and have a more informed opinion of human nature than most... and I love how the ideologically pure make my case for me.

No kettle here. I have a clear head, and I think pot is for suckers.

i'm a native southern california too, now living in northern cal (sac), and i was a (tailend) hippie. i still retain some of the sensibilities, and one reason i moved from so cal was the insufferable ARROGANCE of the people there! i don't get that here.

oh, and i love and wear birkenstocks, so shoot me!

rather nasty though.

As a hippy at heart (and in fact) since 1965 in South Fla. It's pretty obvious to me that the "anti-hippie nazis" in this thread have known very few actual hippies.

It would also seem that when they see someone they can stereotype as their idea of a "hippie" they have a rather knee-jerk reaction with no cause or justification.

As for mr. savage, consider the source of the "hippie" crap.

http://www.worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_I...

Wash. times' Liz Trotta! Great source...

hypocrites. Not the necessarily the areas they live in - well except for maybe Berkeley, San Rafael, San Anselmo, etc. But it seems that many of the more outspoken ones who congregated in those areas did not practice what they preached.

damn!

I really don't think you've met many of the hippies that I have, but if you did your preconceptions would probably prevent you from ever liking them.

~ Peace ~

I don't have preconceptions. I give everyone a fair chance - clean slate and all - but every time, meeting self-styled hippies leaves me with that perception.

I have met more than my share of phony hippies (every town must have a place where phony hippies meet). I marched at WTO in Seattle (lived there for 15 years), 2 anti-Iraq War marches, and one of the International Women's Day marches.

I did better hanging with authentic people there - not the spoiled white bourgeois Birk/tie-dye/dreadlock/Nader/hackysack contingent.

I thought you meant actual, 1960's era hippies; people who believed in peace and tolerance and love.

Yeah, phony hippies should be lined up against a wall and shot, no question.

They didn't really believe in peace, tolerance, or love... They looked down on those who didn't dress or think as they did. This boomer-centric ethos manifested itself in the 80's when they quickly sold out and became yuppies.

The ones who didn't become Repukes are just as humorless and sanctimonious as ever, with the same bad hygiene and scolding disposition.

And yes, I loved the irony of your post.

Oh my hair is getting good in the back!

And some of them are the most righteous people I've ever met.

Touché!

My self -righteous hippie story:

When I was younger, I used to hang with a lot of Deadheads, though I've always been more into Indie rock and Punk. (Deadheads had the best weed.) Anyhoo, I used to love to poke fun of the glaring holes in many of their ideologies. For example, I had one friend who was a vegetarian for what he claimed were animal rights reasons. I have no problem with vegetarians but I couldn't help but notice his leather Birkenstocks. Upon pointing out that an animal did indeed have to die for his shoes, his excuse became "Well, the animal had to die anyway, blah, blah, blah." Bear in mind, he was sanctimonious and condenscending as hell towards us carnivores. At that point, I realized his "fashion" sense was more imporatant to him than others sustenance. Wanker.

She dropped some bad Shakedown Street acid?

Was she a boy Deadhead at the time? heheeee

And by the by, we are first gen Dead lovers here. I still MISS JERRY!

there was this girl when i was in college that was easily one of the most sanctamonious hippies i've ever met, and not very bright, either. she was vegan, but if you said veeghun, she'd interrupt and correct you "it's 'vay-ghan'"

she got a peace corp assignment to (i think) tanzania. she was all hubbub about it, which is fine... i actually admired that she would follow through. but then she starts some long speech about how she was going to reform the locals to make them vegan, and that she would refuse to eat meat with them or have anything to do with livestock. she said something about how they might be offended, but it would make them better people.

now, i've been to some degree or another vegetarian most of my adult life, but even when i was strictly vegetarian, i would NEVER refuse to share a meal with someone, no matter how much meat was involved. to me, it goes beyond rude to refuse to 'break bread' with soemone... it is a denial of the most basic and sincere of human interactions and to refuse to share in a meal is to deny a bond everyone seeks.

so here she was, going over to a developing nation and telling villagers whom she was to help that their food (all that they had to share!!) was not good enough for her.

i was livid... i told her what a hollow, sanctimoniuos person she was and that she should be ashamed of herself for planning to refuse the kindness of her hosts. i compared her to the conquistodores (and i think the analogy was lost) who just wanted conversions. this happened at a pot-luck, and damned near everyone there backed me up.

she was scarcely seen after that. this was also the girl who was going to get a 'tribal tattoo' on her lower back. when i asked her which tribe, she looked at me like I was the dumb one.... 'you, know, like a TRIBAL tattoo.' oh and she missed the boat on the vegan/leather thing, too.

Generally black & white work, and it has a certain look to it.

I hear you on the self-important vegan thing though. That really gets to me too.

Vietnam, or India and having hissy fits because although a street vendor honored their request for no meat in their soup or stir fry, he made it with chicken broth or just gave them some of whatever dish it was with the meat picked out instead of cooking up a separate batch for them. Or the waiter in the hotel brought a pitcher of milk for their morning rice porridge. Or some well-meaning Indians recommended a vegetarian restaurant, but horror of horrors, there was cheese in some of the dishes.

And I'm thinking, "People in China and India literally starved to death in the 1960s, and Vietnam is still terribly poor, and this pampered Westerner, who has the money to spend a year traveling the world has the NERVE to criticize them for not being pure vegans."

But criticize such people for their rudeness and inflexibility, and you get sermons about the poor little animals or how Third World people would be healthier if they gave up meat and dairy products.

Of course, people in many parts of China and India have had the experience of giving up animal protein foods--during their famines.

Especially in poorer countries. Arrogant assholes. Eat the food you are offered if you possibly can or quietly leave the parts you just can't aside. Stop announcing to the world how much better you are - you look like an ass.

I love you!

When I lived in Seattle, I worked at a bookstore with lots of vegans on the staff. When we gathered for lunch, they made a point of talking OUT LOUD ON PURPOSE among themselves how meat rots in the colon for years, etc. Very graphic... rude depictions, as if this was going to make us see the sinful ways of our diet and repent!

A lot like fundies. Same humorless mindset. Screw the lot of 'em!

Seriously, not all "deadheads" are like this, and do not warrant bashing.
I'm the child of a pair of deadheads, and I turned out to be one too. I don't cling to any wonky ideology. I was a vegetarian for a period of time, but for a health related reason. Once that passed, I went back to my meat habit. I do shower, and shave my pits and legs.
For me, and most of the heads I still know, it was about the music and the "community" (but that community started to get really seriously sucky in the early 90s when legions of jerks started coming to shows just for the drugs and causing problems)
I do wear birks (I have several pairs actually, even clogs for the winter) but its for comfort and nothing else.
Other than that...I'm your typical progressive dem soccer mom of four kids in rural NY

SO..I take offense to the bashing and grouping all posers into one freaking group.
As for Ann Coulter...good god. I bet she was one of those assholes there for the drugs. Yes..that must be her problem! Too much bad acid!

But a lot of them are sanctimonious.

And music snobs about any band except the Dead, which I find hilarious. I like the Dead, but I would never get all snobbish about a band that peaked when I was in the third grade.

can you be any more condescending...

I have to disagree.

My mother the hippie is white. She grew up in the midwest, she is one of the working poor, and she worked blue collar jobs as a single mom to raise me. She finally went to college after I graduated from high school. While we had our share of tie-dye, she never wore Birkenstocks; way too pricey. If she couldn't get it at Payless, we didn't wear it.

She taught me about her childhood, and about the meaning of racism. While we were still in the midwest, She made sure I grew up with a rainbow of people of all colors, faiths, and sexual orientations, and that I loved them before I hit the bigotry of the larger world.

She worked hard to be a "liberated" woman, and taught me not to accept the limits she was raised with. She cut off contact with her family, who told her in high school that her place was to become a nurse or secretary until she got married, and that her passion for math, music and science was tomfoolery to be left behind. She allowed me to shine in all the ways I chose.

From her I learned to truly like people; all people, without judgement. I learned that I could care about people even if I disagreed with their choices. I learned from her history of family abuse that hate and violence are never ways to resolve conflict. I learned that loyalty, honesty, trustworthiness, and kindness were the qualities that made a person "beautiful."

I learned that the world was my oyster, and that any path was open to me as long as I was willing to work for it. I learned to find joy in everything I did; to love music, art, and literature of every sort.

I learned that if you didn't like something, you were supposed to dive in with energy and enthusiasm to make a difference.

I wish everyone had a mom like my mom the hippie. Her beads, feathers, candles, tie-dye, yoga, meditation, sweat lodges, etc. don't bother me in the least. I join her in her calls for peace and love around the world. I am proud of her for leaving her guilt-ridden christian background far behind her and exploring all those other spiritual paths, before finally settling in with buddhism about 15 years ago.

She has a wonderful sense of humor. She loves to play practical jokes, she loves to tease, and she especially loves to laugh. When she laughs, it's not a gentle, genteel sort of laugh. She roars. She loves belly laughs. It's taken a lifetime for her more subdued daughter to give up being embarrassed in public, when people can hear her from 6 aisles away and turn around to see "what's so funny." People generally smile along with her. They seem drawn to her like a magnet, and they naturally love her.

If the world were full of hippies like my mom, it would be a better planet.

What's the difference between stereotyping hippies in order to characterize them negatively, or any other particular group?

I don't think it matters whether a person considers themself conservative or liberal, or which groups they single out, racial, political, spiritual, or cultural; people needing to "hate" or "bash" or negatively stereotype those who are different from themselves in some way are the source of our social dysfunctions, imo.

My mom, on the other hand, would laugh if she were reading this thread. She's never been above laughing at herself, or recognizing that, no matter what group you may focus on, there are plenty of people in that group who "don't get it."

Hippie Anti-Defamation League (HADL).

Prepare thyself for a tie-dye spanking.

Hippies Uber Alles !!!!

broad brush

gee

It applied to all of them that I have met. That is a considerable number over a few decades. Nothing general about something I actually EXPERIENCED.

I am sure there are some that are not, but they wouldn't be hippies, they would be humane and decent people instead.

eom

Goddamn, I always thought Savage was an asshole, now I'm sure of it. I agree....poor dog!

can you believe it?

One night Savage was going off on Ginsberg calling him the one responsible for the decline of the western world or something.

He never gave any specific reasons why, but now I know.

They must have had a falling out, although if Savage was the same then as he is now, Ginsberg probably told him to take a flying leap.

I suspect that Ginsberg tried to put the moves on "the Weiner" at some point and Weiner-boy developed a lifelong case of homo panic.
He's clearly a deeply troubled, self-hating homosexual - not that I have a shred of sympathy for him. He really is an asshole.

He is a true asshole!

Thanks for the post!

sounds like one on the radio and behaves like one in public.

Prick.

FSC

Or maybe he just calls for the dog...

:Would you like me wash your dick for sir? Little Shit."

Atman, you are hysterical!

Savage is not his last name, it's actually WEINER....

The cretin is beneath contempt, I rather doubt he even has one, or if he does, he simply fetches the tweezers to take care of business...

n/t

Michael Savage is the poster child for major league assholes everywhere.

I listen to the asshole every so often, I usually tolerate two to three minutes before I want to poke my own eyes out. Oh, and I agree, I feel sorry for the dog.

Would like nice in print, no?

... maybe I should post it there, too?

I'm definitely sending it over to Gawker.

wrong reply!

although Mikey might not be box-office enough for him.

he was just a lowlife local pustule at that point. Now the SAVAGE ZIT has exploded sending it's vile pus across the counntry.

and I have to agree with them on this one

What a pussy! He can't touch his own dogs dish? LOL! He sounds like a rich white ass boy!

Total fucking jerk.

But then I thought "San Fran," and just waited for the punchline.

I've heard this nut go on about his dog before.

Poor dog must have even worse than Barney!

When I saw it was Michael Savage it all made sense.

a TV show on MSNBC. He was canned for saying something obscene.

I'm sure MSNBC was grateful that he misspoke, because it gave them an excuse. His ratings were in the toilet from the gitgo...