Clueless

Its another hot morning in Raleigh NC. I'm getting the impression that nobody else is surprised by this. There are clues, like the central A/C, that the local populace know what's going on. In fact, I'm getting the distinct impression I'm the only one who doesn't.

Dehumidifing A/C that had been leaking water onto the carpet, which is a bad thing. Its all been sorted, fixed, cleaned and is drying out in a kind of efficient matter-of-fact way without any harsh sucking-air-through-clenched-teeth or "can't get one of those 'till next week" phrases.

That also sums up the purposefull nature of this little suburban life. This is all about living, not an industry or office in sight, just people living. We were greeted with the same matter-of-fact efficiency in Bo Jangles, the tasty southern fried chicken restraunt. There was efficiency and activity wrapped up in BoJ uniforms, and phrases like "we're just cooooking yer chicken", in stark comparison to the knuckle draggers in Blighty who lumber around waiting for the senior neanderthal to order them back to work.

Its suburban, in a way that I've never experienced before. This is a housing estate, with nearby shops and supermarkets. That's what it is, and it doesn't pretend to be anything else. Its a friendly place. The weather embraces you as you step outside, and it seems that only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.