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well, toto...

so, i love that movie :)
and i had a moment today that made me feel a little like dorothy may have when she realized she wasn't in kansas anymore.....

one of the things i've always loved about the south is the manners. granted, that sadly seems to be fading out in many places, but in general people in the south are friendly and respectful, even to strangers. while i'm not really living "up north", there are some definite differences.

for example, today i was driving home from work, on the highway, and i get behind this car going pretty slowly. i see the blinker and think that maybe it's trying to change lanes, but it doesn't ever make it's move. about the same time, i see a car entering the highway with what appears to be a bright orange bumper sticker in their front windshield. i try to read it and think, "hmm, that's an interesting place for a bumper sticker. and why would you really want a bright orange bumber sticker says liberal anyway?"
i continue driving and realize that mr. really slow car isn't trying to change lanes, his flashers are on. so i go around him and realize, oh, that bright orange sticker, it's all around me. and also, it says funeral, not liberal....
yes, my friends, i was next to a funeral procession.
and as soon as i realized this fact, i immediately begin to stress out: what do i do? i'm supposed to pull over out of respect. but i can't pull over. i'm on the highway. and i can't break through the procession. that's just as bad as not pulling over. oh goodness, i have to keep driving. how sad. and rude. what do i do? ...
i think i had this conversation with myself at least 3 times within about 5 minutes. and sadly enough, my friends, i never was able to pull over.

i've a feeling i'm not in the south anymore...

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Anna said…
That's weird becasue this week is the 70th anniversary of that movie! But sad story, you should just move back.

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