Your story amazes me. Only because I’ve been to Savannah and more polite people you could not find. Hard to imagine anyone being rude there.
Savannah is an interesting southern town. Like most special places, it ain’t like it used to be. Though on the surface it, for the most part, it appears to be.
My mother and her family were all Savannah crackers going back several generations. My grandfather and uncle were Savannah city cops in the 30s and 40s. I have some stories. I spent a lot of time there off and on in the 60s and much of the 70s. Lived there for a year when my dad was stationed overseas.
I was 12 and my brother 14 in 1963 and we were allowed to buy 15¢ bus tokens and go where ever we wanted in the city by ourselves. We used to even hitch hike over to Hunter Air Force base on our own.
My younger brother was the last of my not too extended family living there when he passed 2 years ago. Now all there are is 2nd and 3rd cousins I’ve never met. I will probably never go back there. Still, there is a lot of nostalgia there for me. Probably as much for the people/family that are gone as for the place itself. And the food.