Because it aint Chicago…

Mrs. Jinksto and I lived in Chicago for about 10 years or so. Moving back to the south took a little getting used to but… in a good way.

Friends know that it’s perfectly acceptable to just sit down at your table in a restaurant for a quick chat about Vacation Bible School.
When people wave to you on the road they (mostly) use all of their fingers instead of just the one.
If you don’t want people showing up at your house with food don’t tell them that you’re sick.
If I miss a day of church Mrs Katherine will mention that she “missed seeing you today!”.
If I miss two days of church the pastor will show up at the house.
If I miss three days of church folks will stop by with food to find out when the funeral is.
People pull into the gas station behind you so that you’ll have someone to talk to while you fill up.
Sunday morning church traffic is worse than Monday morning rush hour.
Two Words: Sweet Tea
If the door’s unlocked it’s ok to stick your head in and shout, “Hey! Where ya’ll at?”
You can tell how soon the next Nascar race is by the number of people swerving back and forth on the on-ramp to “warm up the tires” before getting on the interstate.
The guy blowing his horn behind me in traffic is most likely someone I know just wanting to say hello.
The nuclear weapon for dealing with rude teenagers are the words, “Tell your daddy I said hi!” … “Yes sir!”