A guy walks into a cafe in Georgia, sees another guy sitting at a table and staring at him, and says, “How do?”
The guy at the table doesn’t answer.
The first guy asks the owner, “What is it with that guy at the table? He handicapped or something?”
Owner: “Yeah.”
First guy says, “So sorry to hear that. What’s his problem?”
Owner: “He’s a little slow. He’s from up North but he doesn’t know it yet.”
(Just came back from a road trip from Boulder City, Nevada, to NYC, southern route, and we didn’t hit bad manners until Virginia.”)
It was wonderful to see this country one more time before I’m gone. I’d forgotten a bit how vast and beautiful it is. The people are amazing, either all on their own or because they love God.
No slur meant to Virginia. It stayed that way all the way up.
“(Just came back from a road trip from Boulder City, Nevada, to NYC, southern route, and we didn’t hit bad manners until Virginia.”
Must have been a blue county.