Why would you know that? There’s no reason to know that. You get on a bus, the bus takes you to the Hamptons, and there’s something in between. They came up with an entirely different name for the Hamptons just so you didn’t have to openly confess that you spend the weekend on Long Island.
In the end, Long Island is harmless. Long Island will not steal your job, or your girlfriend, or sneak into your closet when you’re not home, and sit there silent and unmoving for hours and hours, then scare the shit out of you JUUUUUST when you’re about to fall asleep, simply to be hilarious. Islands cannot do any of these things.
And the people from there, who may at times be loud, and brash, and opinionated, and shiny-shirted, and intelligent, and thoughtful, and the owner of a Civic, and up at 3am every morning to make you the best bagels in the world, and in love with the idea of being able to sit on a boat drinking tallboys, and actually, in a lot of ways, kinda just... people? They’re pretty harmless, too.