I love the South!

Everybody says hello, and most of them call me "Honey" or "Sweetheart" or something like that.  Everyone holds doors for me.  Yesterday during the brief time that I was accidentally driving the wrong way on a one-way street, nobody honked or gave me the finger.  They just moved over to let me by.   They were probably saying, "Aw, bless her heart, she must be new in town."