On my drive home from work I never get to hear a complete song on the radio.
All the cats in town run free; my cats stare out the windows.
You don't have to bag your yard waste. You just drag (or rake) it to the curb and it gets picked up.
The town folk will pay for large orders in change at the grocery store; Others in line do not mind waiting.
Everyone waves when you drive by.
People at the post office actually know who you are and will ask how your husband, (mother, dog, kid, Aunt Connie Belle or Uncle Elmer) is doing.
Others in line do not seem to mind waiting while the personal histories are shared.
The speed limit is 25 mph in 90 percent of the town.
When I was on I-95 the other day I was driving 55 mph and felt like I was speeding,
There are more churches and playgrounds than gas stations,
Everyone leaves work at 5:00.
Many women have two names – Mary Eunice, Connie Bell, Polly Ann, Mary Helen, Mildred Lee…..