Southern hospitality is an oxymoron phrase in my opinion. It may have been true at one point in time, but right now, the real natives of the South have such big animosity towards the outsiders, hospitality is the last thing that comes to mind when you see an interaction between a Southerner and what they call a Yankee, who by the way is anyone from somewhere outside the bible belt. If you are a New Yorker, you are a yankee, legitimately of course but if you are from Idaho, you are still a yankee. This mentality blew my mind first when I moved into the area. I was a damn yankee. Heck I am not even an American citizen. After living in the south for a while, you catch on their way of understanding. Most people never left their surroundings let alone state or country. No wonder they think they are still at war, civil war that is
What was scary, when you see someone driving a big-ass truck, with two building size confederate flags raised on the truck bed, a gun on the gunrack which was hung on the rear window blocking almost all view and a bumper sticker saying, "They surrendered, I DID NOT !". Well if this one was not enough to send a chill to my bones, when you pull up next to this truck and raise your head to see the driver, a face which jumped right out of one of the textbooks I used in high school, which was the typical look of a person with underdeveloped brain, was looking straight at me. Well, thanks but no thanks. I'd rather stay away from this place.
Los Angeles; my past 4 months were just a hustle and bustle, to get relocated. Finding an apartment, getting accustomed to my new workplace, getting to know the south bay area, which is where I currently live and fighting with North American Van Lines to get reimbursed for the 2 boxes they lost containing almost $2,000 worth of stuff, even though purchasing additional insurance, pretty much ate up all my time. Finally, after my endless phone calls to the agent company and NAVL's Indiana HQ claims adjusters, they graciously agreed to pay me $500 for my losses. I am thinking of taking them to arbitration.
I have lived in the Inland Empire for a 7 month period in 1989 and when I was first offered this job here in LA, I thought I was coming from hot and humid to hot and dry. Boy could I be so wrong ? Last night, Aug 4th, at 9 PM, I was coming back home from dinner. As usual, I rolled down the window as soon as I got into the car. They were rolled straight back up before I could even drive half a mile. It was pretty chilly outside. 63 degrees in the middle of summer in Los Angeles ? I talked to my wife this morning, who by the way stayed back in GA for a while, and it was a balmy 80+ last night over there. I will like So. Cal. more than I thought I could.
posted by Legal Alien @ 3:58 PM
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