Potato attention and southern comfort

Even though I was born a Northerner, I've lived in the South since 1982(ish), and the South is my home (for now), my roots (for always).  In the South, we still hold open the door for ladies, we say "Thank you," "Yes Sir," and "Yes, Ma'am," and I've come to realize, that these acts are appreciated far North of where I call home.  I haven't gone as far as to throw my coat over a puddle (yet), but generally speaking, a little bit of kindness goes a long way, even if all you get is an odd stare. I get strange looks and odd replies when I hold the elevator door, I get hesitation when I allow someone else to go first through the turnstile at the train station.  I get evil glares when I offer my seat on the subway to someone who clearly needs it more than I.  These gestures of human (Southern) kindness are accepted, with oddities, even in the millions of people city they call New York. Do I get irritated at the people who look up as they walk forward, yes!  Do I curse the people that merge into pedestrian traffic only to stop short as you rear end them, yes!  Do I mumble under my breath when someone in front of me is texting or Facebooking or emailing and blocks the clear path to where I need to go, yes.  But I do smile as I side step to avoid their meandering ways. These last 2 days have been an overload of just10things, mostly centered around 2 events that should honestly be their own entry.  Me, getting close to the milestones of 100 posts and 1 year of just10things, I've somehow come down with a case of writers block, so I am curled up on the most uncomfortable couch in my lovely hotel room with the determination that I will post this tonight (and since you are reading it, I must have been successful). 1st run in with 10 this week: My favorite Irish pub in lower Manhattan on a Monday at 6PM is typically slow.  On any day, though, it is still full of investors and bankers and your general "Wall St." crowd that like to talk about money in the 10's or 100's of thousands and 20 dollar bills flow like water.  This Monday, after having been up since 3AM, I wasn't really in the mood to listen, but did need a calm me down drink before jumping back on the train and settling into the hotel room for the night.  Two businessmen sat next to me at the bar, about 5 minutes after I arrived.  One "gentleman" (using Gentleman lightly), probably mid 40's, proceeded to order drinks.  I will admit, the bartender is cute, and Irish, and has a great accent, but I know my place.  He ordered, within an hour, 10 vodka tonics.  Why, you ask?  Because she needed to bend down for each drink to reach a new glass and he had a clear shot at looking down her shirt!  He was totally shit faced by round 4, and honestly, I think she was watering down the drinks by round 5, but I cannot be sure.  So NOT Southern!!!  So disrespectful!!! 2nd run in with 10 this week: Standing outside NJ Penn Station waiting ever so patiently Monday night for the hotel shuttle to arrive, nothing abnormal going on.  A gal who could not have been more than 20 dressed in purple jeans and a Pink brand sweat shirt, walks up to me and says (as if rehearsed), "Pardon, I mean no disrespect, but could you lend me money for the train to NY?"  I replied that I had no change, but how much did she need (knowing the cost of the train to the city), which she promptly answered, "Five, er, uh, four dollars."  WOW!  I've become used to the "Can you spare a quarter" and "Can you spare a dollar," but the guts to go immediately for a five spot completely floored me.  I had 3 dollars, which I gave her and she did say "Thank you."  Due to miss communication, my hotel shuttle was delayed 45 minutes.  In those 45  minutes, she worked the crowd at the train station, passing by me, and thanking me again, 10 times exactly. Thank goodness the shuttle showed up or I would have to venture into just12things or something.  Young and presumably out of work, I suppose... I guess we all pay. 3rd run in with 10 this week: And it's only Tuesday!  10 people in front of me in line for coffee this morning.  I was having coffee withdraw shakes and no one could seem to make up their mind. And with that there, my friends, I end this night.  My week has been overloaded and technically, this post is 30things, which reminds me of thirty something, which I'm sitting at the higher end of, yet, I pretend to be twenty something.  As of now, it's working , and the energy keeps coming, so I'll leave it at that! Good night, my friends, good night.    

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