When I moved from Boston to Albuquerque, I had an initial culture shock adjustment period to the different level of public friendliness between strangers. The level of inquisitiveness and smalltalk you get from, say, a grocery bagger in ABQ, is just alien weirdo bizarre in Boston culture. What does this person want?! Why are they so curious how I'm going to cook these steaks? Should I hand over my wallet?!
I'm always wary of this when I travel outside of New England, or even just to western Mass. Friendly strangers creep me out. Takes a few days to realize they aren't after your money or your soul
ah, but they are..., they are
I hated Chic Fil-A forever since I love their food and they aren't open Sundays which was the day I was most likely to be near the only location we had at the time. I'd finish playing games at the arcade, run across the hall of the mall and FUCKING SHIT IT'S CLOSED TODAY, STUPID RELIGION!
First world problems at the arcade