Road trip
People's jobs gone (temporarily, but still. They drive the speed limit, even though it feels painfully slow at times. I lived most of my life in Montana, where there essentially was NO speed limit, so 55 m. p. h. feels a bit like walking, but that's something that I need to adjust to. People here are patient. I do see numerous people being pulled over. The police cars that I've noticed are newer SUV's, with a tiny, magnetic, bubble light up top. The courtesy exhibited while driving extends beyond the use of cars. People here seem to view waiting in line as a necessary evil, and honour the concept of taking turns. I view standing in line, taking turns, waiting, as a social contract, and it pisses me off when people don't follow that most basic of rules. Here, people tap my arm, asking if I want to be next at the counter/register/stop sign, whatever. Car prices are much cheaper than we saw in Oregon (thankfully. Oregon was all huge trucks and SUV's, with sketchy histories, bad titles, rebuilt or salvage being the norm, it felt like. Here, trucks, even crappy wrecked ones, go for a premium, while little Hondas and Toyotas are very reasonable in price. It is so different here from anywhere that I've lived in the past, I don't know where to start. Source: My peculiar nature
