Saturday, October 8, 2011

Yes, ma'm.

Indianapolis was a great city...sort of unexpectedly so.

We gardened, we got dirty, we ate delicious cajun food.  But during our volunteer activity as I was trying to make small talk with some of our do-gooders, the guy I was chatting with answered yes (or no) ma'm to everything I said.

The very first time, I had a moment where I thought, "What the heck?  We're practically the same age, don't call me ma'm."

But then it was so cute.  So southern.  So....refreshing.

Sucker. For. Manners.

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