I walk with mace in one hand, and my keys positioned like a weapon in the other. It’s habit. I have my speed dial set to 911. So, when I turned down a quiet, back road the other day, questioning my decision as I high tailed it, arms pumping, an older woman pulled out of her driveway. Headed straight for her, if I were her, I would have been frightened and simply pulled away. Instead, she rolled down the window and said, “Well, hi! You must be a new neighbor I haven’t met yet. My name’s Sally. Where do you live?” As she drove away she hollered out the window, “Feel free to drop by any time.” I walked away smiling, and thinking, where am I?
Welcome to the south.
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