As a former Florida girl, these 90 degree days tug at the very core of my heart and activate some type of natural happy inside of me. There is nothing more appealing than sitting out in the most parching weather, closing my eyes and falling asleep… all that’s missing is the crashing of waves and a hurricane warning- but clearly, this Dorothy is not in Kansas anymore.
The people of the great state of New Jersey, commonly known for their welcoming nature, class A manners, and hospitable nature (uhm, right.) mutate into a whole different degree of nasty when the thermometer rises above 80 degrees. Now, where I come from, an 80 degree weekend qualified as a cold front, but not for these eskimos.
I’m driving around today, sunroof open, aviators on, country playlist blasting, and everywhere I go, my “how are you today” or “have a good one” was met with a snarl or a snarky comment, as if daring to be content in this “unbearable” heat wave was the equivalent of asking if it would possibly be alright if I stole their first born, totaled their car, and proceeded to gauge their eyes out with a spoon. Every smile I gave away today was like an open invitation to be tarred and feathered by the people of the Garden State.
Just a word of advice, if you want people to stop making TV series and sarcastic remarks about “The dirty jerz” – You may want to remedy the situation by cleaning up your act, and you can all start to salvage the reputation of your lovely state by trying out a brand spankin’ new set of manners. See also, smiling, saying thank you, and not spitting or urinating in public places.
hahahaas a 'jersey girl' i haven't decided whether i love this post or am offended.but i love you and your writing, so i guess it really doesn't matter either way.(thanks for keeping me distracted during economics)