After 44 plus years in the same house, the same community, with the same friends, the thought of moving to a new state was daunting. But we took the plunge and found ourselves tucked into this small town of “Thank you, ma’am’s”. For the most part, kindness rules, everywhere from MacDonald’s to Walgreens to Food Lion. There’s a gentle vibe of tolerance and friendliness.
Take Walmart, for example. We are gathering our weekly groceries, nothing more. What are the possibilities for social interaction? Let me just tell you. In the coffee aisle where we linger, (some choices affect our mental perspective in a profound way), an older man and his son share with us about his recent and risky heart surgery. In the produce department, as we moan over the price of oranges, a perky lady commiserates with us and enthusiastically invites us to her church for services. “You’ll love our pastor!” I debate over provolone vs. swiss at the cheese counter, oblivious to the gentleman who stands patiently behind me waiting his turn. When I finally notice him and apologize, he responds with, “Oh, that’s all right, Darlin’. Wow!
Then on the way out of the store, I slip on a stray grape and fall, (nothing hurt but my pride). A small army of associates gathers around me with the manager, to make sure I’m OK. Legally imperative, but over the top treatment.
Southern Hospitality. It’s a real thing!