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.