“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.
Hm.
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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