After a relatively uneventful trip, here I am in rural Georgia!
The great thing about being here is that the people are so incredibly nice. I had dinner at a Taco Bell and felt like I had acquired a new family. I shopped at the Piggly Wiggly and found a new best friend. I checked into my hotel and it was like being a guest at somebody's home.*
Everywhere I go, people are wicked-friendly, like being sweet to total strangers is built into their DNA.
Work runs all hours of the day and night, which is a bummer, but I'm used to it.
Tonight at the "magic hour" I was blessed with a fantastic sight... a flawless sunset and moon rise at exact opposite horizons. You look one direction and there's the sun glowing blood-orange across a painted sky...
You look 180-degrees opposite, and there's the full moon glowing softly above the horizon...
Sweet!
After the sun has totally set, the back-roads I drive back and forth remind me of that old Atari 2600 video game, Night Driver. I totally sucked at that game, and crashed ten times a minute, but loved it anyway. Fortunately, I have better luck in a real car on real roads. Probably because I don't have bricks of crap being thrown at me every two seconds...
NOTE: In the real game you would never have a car, tree, and house showing at the same time...
that would cause your Atari 2600 graphics chip to explode and your console to melt.
Alrighty then... back to work. And maybe a can of Red Bull.
* If that somebody's home was filled with thirty people all running around screaming and yelling day and night while each smoked a pack of cigarettes every hour.
My "non-smoking" room is directly above a smoking room, which means that the smoke drifts up and makes my room smell like cigarettes and burning hair. As if that weren't bad enough, my room is at the end of a cull-de-sac where everybody who got a non-smoking rooms likes to hang out and blaze up, thus filling my room with more cigarette smoke. Add to that the running, yelling, screaming, and singing at 1:30am, and it's my best hotel experience ever!
I guess it's a good thing I'm working and won't get to sleep anyways.
Though I'm thinking I'll be needing a nicotine patch when I check out.
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I know what you mean about “Southern Hospitality”. I grew up in the South (SC). When I was in the Service and went to other places (in the South), I came to the realization that there is is something to the the term. I remember saying to myself that “These people are really, really nice!”
Ugh. Your descriptions of that crappy hotel room have me gasping for breath!
The Atari 2600, good times indeed. I remember playing for hours on end until my thumb would blister.
You mean your home isn’t like that?
That’s what I remember most about my 10 months in Georgia – the people were astoundingly nice. Even the teenagers working the drive-thru windows were polite, well-mannered and friendly. Even the CHILDREN were respectful and polite. Kinda freaked me out, in a good way.
The insane humidity, however, freaked me out in a very bad way. It’s scary to feel like you’re inhaling water.
I friekin’ loved Night Driver. I used to screw up my siblings whenever they played by screaming, ‘LOOK OUT FOR THE BLUE TRACTOR!!!’ whenever the Atari 2600 version of a car would careen into view.
They’re killing you with kindness!
First – yum burning hair my favorite smell in the whole world.
Second – southern “hospitality” is a myth – they’re nice to your face and will stab you in the back in two seconds… sometimes they don’t wait for you to turn around. Some of the nastiest people I’ve ever met are from the south and cover their behavior with southern “hospitality”.
I thought I felt a disturbance in the ‘force’. You’ve come to join the HOT side, my padawan.
LOL.. “need a nicotine patch when I am done”
That’s funny.
Put down some of those metal spikes outside in the hallway. I would guess that people will start going away once their feet are bleeding and sore.
What is it with people in hotels? People walk and run down the hallways, speaking at full-volume, allowing their children to shriek, play tag, jump!, stomp and yell as though they inhabit a sound-proof bubble. .. I don’t understand.
And the whole “This room is smoking, the next one is non-smoking” thing that apparently is the new hotel model of integration? Either the whole wing — all floors — is non-smoking, or none of it will be.
Makes me wish I were from the south.
Ah yes, the good ol’ Atari 2600. I didn’t actually own one though, my gaming youth was spent parked in front of my trusty Commodore 64.
I wonder if that southern hospitality spills over into North Carolina? I’m going there for work next month.
An entire state populated by nice people? Hmmm, how suspicious. They must be hiding something!
It was a Red Bull evening – and morning – for me, as well. Breakfast of Champions!!
I can’t believe that there are still hotels with smoking rooms. Ugghh! At a Cracker Barrel in Pennsyltucky, we were asked “smoking or non-smoking?” We had not heard that in a while. Thankfully.
just remember, if you hear the phrase ‘bless his/her heart’ an insult was either just uttered or one is on the way. my mother picked that phrase up when we lived in florida, it’s now one of several she uses that causes my sisters and i to stop listening.
We’re all nice and sweet and completely helpful… until we knock you on the head and bury you in the backyard. Mwha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Seriously.