Do you know that you have to pump your own gas in Tennessee? It made me sweat at 6:30 in the morning.
When I pulled into the Hertz return, the Hertz guy greeted me by saying “Oh, you’re back again.” I don’t think he recognized me as much as he recognized the outfit I always wear when I travel.
A woman using a white cane called out to me when I was about 12 feet away from her and asked for a lighter. She called me “ma’am”. I guess she wasn’t totally blind and knew I was a woman from the location of food stains on my bosom.
Come to think of it, all of my clothes except for the fancy wedding clothes have either food stains or paint drips on them.
I should probably get some new clothes.
Also I have had it with this Southern drawl business. The shuttle driver called me “ma’am” too. My first reaction to hearing that is always to wonder if they are kidding me.
Also the correct pronunciation of T-I-R-E is TY-er not tahr.
Also give it a rest about your haunted houses. Nobody believes you anyway.
Nashville got on my nerves this trip.