One of the most glaring changes from moving from SoFL to NoFL (South Georgia) is the lovely surprise of the socio-demographics of the residents. This is not only about my neighbors who are both quiet and inclined to live among natural wildlife and mind their own business, the community also refuses to install sidewalks, street lamps, allow motorcycles or even golf carts. In other words, the key word is serenity.
As with every new home, nothing ever gets done specifically right so today we had to replace our front door entry hard wear because the head designer (“Mr. Dennis” – my husband) did not get what he wanted. Complaints? No. Profuse apologies? Yes.
The construction worker showed up at 7:30 a.m. today to replace it and insisted on re-staining the entire door because “it wasn’t perfect” at no charge of course. He was using strange sentences like “Yes ma’am” and “No ma’am.”
My husband laughed out loud at the look on my face. What? No language barriers or siestas on the driveway? No irritated comments about demanding gringos?
And this is why J’adore DJT; he understands the goodness of the American people.