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I realized there would be some differences when I moved from the Midwest to the South. I expected longer growing seasons and less frigid air, languid summers and temperate winters. I discovered the summers really aren't that different. Temperature is about the same. Humidity is about the same. They are just longer, now, and the flowers bloom earlier and stay later.
However, the atmosphere is definitely different. In Illinois I took my car in to the shop, was told the problem, was told the cost, and was told the time it would take to fix it. Now, these pieces of information were not always accurate, but they were offered. When the car broke down in Louisiana, my husband's friend volunteered to have the mechanic in his shop fix it.
I took the car in as scheduled. They refused to discuss the details or the cost with me. They would take that up with my husband. I figured as long as I was there, why not take a look at the cars on the lot--we had been talking about the possibility of replacing the car before sinking too much money into it. Both of our vehicles are approaching 200,000 miles on the odometers. We know they won't last forever, so why not look into replacing one now?
Well, why not? Because the manager of the car lot refused to show me a car without my husband's permission! He needed to know exactly what Chill wanted to spend, what he was looking for in a new vehicle, and how soon he wanted to get one. It really didn't matter that this car is only in my name, that I paid for it in full before we were married, or that I would be driving the new car.
Apparently because I am female I don't have the ability to make any decisions. And apparently the condition the store manager suffers from is endemic to the business. When the mechanic came to report the car was ready, he greeted me with, "Baby Doll, your car is done."
I might have smacked him, but he looked twelve years old. I don't believe in hitting children.
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3 comments:
Grin and bear it. Married women in the south deal under the table through their husbands; unmarrieds just come out slinging, no holds barred. Outthinking the opposition is effective followed by batting of eyelids and smiling, and saying, "Isn't that what you would do if you were in my position?" If he says no, then another smile and "Hmmm. I'll just have to think about that." Then wait for him to call.
This kind of thinking is why most people want to be in the south when the end of the world comes. It'll be delayed for at least 20 yrs.
Oh, yeah! Welcome to the blogosphere!
Thanks for the invite.
Interesting post, great photo.
Love ya!
hey! you finally got your own place. welcome :)
better you than me. being in the south as a kid, i didn't notice that kind of thing. i'd definitely notice it now and would, married or not, 'just come out slinging, no holds barred.' and j's smart enough to just stand back and watch with a smirk on his face when i get like that.
i wish you luck acclimating to your new, uhm, regional culture i guess is what i'm looking for but not quite. whatever it's called, i hope you can adjust enough to enjoy it and not spend most of your days wishing you had a cast iron skillet in your purse. :)
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