Vacation Memories, Part One

“You know you’re in the south when…”

So going up north to Michigan, on the way our first gas station stop was in West Virginia on a Monday morning, around 10am.  In front of me in the line was a very young couple (18?) asking for directions to the magistrate’s office.


Then, on our way home at the first gas station in Viriginia, Sara went in. As she approached the door, a big hulking guy in a muscle shirt saw her coming, pulled himself up short, stepped back and held the door for her with an emphatic, “Excuse me ma’am.”  After telling me about it, Sara said, you don’t see THAT up north!

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