There are certain things about Portland that I am still adjusting to even after 9 months (oh my God. It has been 9 months). Happy people. Two examples:
- I avoid a certain coffee spot on campus because one of the women working is too damn chatty. She talks to everyone. I hate that type of chatter when a stranger is telling you things about his/her personal life. I don't care. I want my damn coffee. The line backs up but she doesn't move any faster or step into a mode where she just serves coffee. I'll pay 50 cents more to go to a silent coffee person, which I have started to do because it isn't worth getting so cranky in the morning over a coffee person.
- Everyone and I mean almost everyone thanks the bus driver. It is almost unconscious to say thank you, have a good day, have a good night or something similar. People yell it from the back of the bus if they exit that door. Who does this in Chicago? New Jersey? No one. I am tempted one day to quote my favorite animaniacs character and say, "love ya bye-bye"
What I am getting used to is the weather. Flowers are blooming, sun is shining (ok, not this morning), and I have been able to walk the dog without a coat on. I did see, my friends, the first spider since fall.
Oh and I woke up today a little more clearheaded about last night's debate. Hillary must have been speaking to my rage last night because the cult of Obama has struck me again.
2 comments:
"Thank you" is common around Denver/Boulder - it's almost considered rude not to say it, other than the 16th Street Mallride in downtown Denver. I never would have known differently, because I hardly used public transportation in the Chicago area (when compared to G when he was at NU). It must be a Western US thing. It felt weird not to say it on the Max. Even in SF, we noticed that people said it when leaving the bus.
(And who knows about those pics and the Clinton campaign?!?)
I always thank the bus driver when I get out in the front. It's just what I grew up hearing and doing in Pittsburgh. -- fm
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