My sister was telling me today about a friend of hers who sells cars. When he tries to guide them into a sale, they often respond by saying, "We need to go home and pray on it." Not go home and think about whether they like it, research the price, or anything else that would seem logical to a thinking person. They need to go home and pray about whether to buy a car.
The city is also heavy wtih baseball. The Cardinals are everywhere I look.
I took my mother shopping today so that I could buy her jewelry to go with her wedding dress. While I was in the mall, I passed a woman who had fire-engine red hair. She was about my age, too, not a kid. Our eyes met, and we gave that smile of recognition that comes when kindred spirits collide unexpectedly. I wouldn't be surprised if it was actually meant to be Cardinal red.
People actually stare at me here.
There doesn't seem to be much in the way of ethnic diversity. You're pretty mcuh either white, black, or you don't exist. I've been here a day, and I already miss the wonderful cultural mishmash that is San Francisco.
I passed a sign today that marked the exit for Boeing, and I thought for a minute that it said Boring.