Grumpy Old Man? Not me!
I would never consider myself to be a “grumpy old man”. I believe I try to be pleasant to everyone (except to mean or rude people. I have no tolerance for them). But then again, I am from New York. Now New Yorkers are actually friendly people. Hollywood might have convinced the rest of the country that we are rude and competitive and would knock our own mother down if she got in our way. But that is just not true at all. Still, I realize that the adjustments I need to make for the overly friendly culture of Florida is happening too sloooowly for me. I will give you a typical example: When I lived on Long Island, if I needed to pick up a quart of milk at the grocery store, I was able to drive there, park, enter the store, find the dairy section, grab a quart container of milk, get in line at the check-out counter, pay for it when the cashier announced the total I owed, slip the quart into my grocery bag and leave the store – wi...