Throughout the past four years, when I cruised the mean streets of Searcy, Arkansas, I can only recall one circumstance when I was flipped off. Even then, all they did was give me the bird, no big deal. No one ever rolled their window down, barked obscenities through their mirrors at me while they attempted to cut me off, no one ever threw something out their window at my car etc. While driving around town today, I was greeted not once, no not twice, but three times by separate groups of guys who cursed me out because of my driving habits. I went to buy a baseball glove and came home. We're talking three separate incidents in just 15 minutes on the pavement. Bah, this place is one of a kind.
Ah, the Garden State. All the dirty rumors you've heard about it are absolutely, 100% true.
My flight leaves Newark at 6:25 tomorrow morning. Nos vemos amigos!
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Top Ten Signs You’re From New Jersey I Stole From the Internets
10. At least half the people you knew in high school went to Rutgers.
9. You know where Jimmy Hoffa is buried.
8. You've planned a local trip around ensuring you pass at least one Dunkin' Donuts.
7. At least three people in your family still love Bruce Springsteen.
6. You once said, "It smells like New York in here,"
5. In high school, you worked at a Friendly's.
4. The Garden State Parkway doesn't freak you out at night.
3. You know what a "jug handle" is.
2. You say "water" weird. (Wadder, Cawfee, Dowg, wadever)
1. You live within 45 minutes of at least three different malls
It's going to be sad if I'm the only person who ever leaves comments here.
Hope you are well - we're looking forward to reports from the DR.
don't be dogging my future friends
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