1). A man at the gas station offered to fill up my gas and wash my windshield for me. Southern hospitality.
2). Someone flipped us off when David had to turn our car around in a small neighborhood. Southern hospitality? Not so much. But that's never happened to me in good old P-town.
3). Having someone ask me if I'm still in high school. No, actually, I'm married, graduated from college, and by the way, I'm having a baby in December. This happened to me a couple weeks ago in Saratoga Springs; however, in Provo, no one questioned my age or marital status.
I think I'm going to love living in Oklahoma City. We went there yesterday, and it felt like home driving by the downtown area. We'll be in North Carolina next week visiting David's family, and then off to our cruise to Mexico! Stay tuned!
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This is the little drug store malt shop my parents took us to last week. It is 100 years old, and the food is delish.
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