Life in a Southern Town
Every Wednesday I have to take Boris to his OT at 8 am. It's only a half hour so I wait in the parking lot and then drive him to school. At first, I used to stress about getting him there as soon as possible because, even though he has a note, he's technically tardy and missing some class time.
However, as the days and weeks passed in this Mid-South town, I realized: it didn't really matter. He's in 2nd grade, it's not like he is missing out on anything crucial. I still get him there quickly, but I don't stress if I miss a light or if the Therapist talks too long while giving me the summary report.
My FIL sometimes complains about traffic down here. I know it's mostly an "I'm an old guy, that's what we talk about" thing. But on some level, he really feels like there is traffic here.
The worst traffic here is nothing compared to the "best" traffic in Chicago.
The annoying thing is how most people who are turning left don't pull out into the perpendicular street. It's annoying because as it is when the light or arrow turns green, the first person is typically slow out of the gate. If you are more than 5 cars back, you're chances of making that light are slim to none.
Also, honking your horn at a car for a vehicular misdemeanor is frowned upon here. And given the recent landscape, you don't want to find out the person has a short temper and is armed. So it goes.
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