What I Miss About the South

I was just talking to my mom and she reminded me why I miss the South. My brother was featured in the newspaper a week or so ago for being the scholar-athlete of the week. My mom was telling me that she has been given at least 20 copies, from friends and acquaintances, of the column. She then told me that her bank clerk, Donna, who has been around for years, even clipped out a copy and saved it for my mom.

Compare that with the "chick" who told me last Shabbos that if someone who was checking out her groceries tried to make conversation with her, she would get upset that she was wasting her time.

Hmmmm...