Tuesday, February 16, 2010

a few things I've noticed about Nashvillians!

you volunteer to take your friend to the airport because you're their friend (and the gas around there is usually about 10 cents cheaper than anywhere else).

you don't know if Franklin is a suburb of Nashville, or it's own city.

while driving through the intersection of Edmonson and Nolensville, you wonder which corner is actually Nipper's.

you're afraid to leave your car unprotected while you watch a movie at 100 Oaks Theater.

you've used the pedestrian bridge in downtown Nashville as your personal workout facility.

listening to 107.5 on your way to work, you smile just a little when you hear "...it's definitely not a Nashville party" in Miley Cyrus' song.

you're tired of Interstate 440 being "closed" on the weekends.

you work in Franklin, live in Hermitage, shop in Green Hills, leave East Nashville before nightfall, and have seen the ferris wheel at Carnival Kia in Antioch.

you think that driving 4 hours to IKEA in Atlanta is worthwhile.

in Fall 2009 you wished for snow. In February 2010, you regretted it.

because of the heavy heavy snow this year, your car is still somewhere on interstate 65, abandoned. with a green sticker on it.

you walked to the grocery store because the roads were too slick. When you got home you joined this Facebook group:

you will drive faster through a yellow light if the intersection doesn't have traffic cameras.

you're too lazy to use your blinker when changing lanes, but feel disrespected when someone else does the same thing in front of you.

while you're driving, you're right and everyone else is wrong.

believe you have the right-of-way whether you are walking, on a bicycle, or driving your car.

you won't drive a few extra miles to fill up with cheaper gas, but you'll take alternate routes to avoid sitting still in traffic.

your "maps" in your "glove compartment" have been replaced by your "apps" on your "phone".

you miss the days when rolling your window down required no buttons or motors.

you're more excited about the color of your speedometer than the safety rating of your car.