Southern Hospitality??

After 712 miles of driving through the South, Gogo and I are still in search of some southern hospitality. Where are all the supposedly really nice southerners? I can understand why they may give Gohar the cold shoulder (we stopped at a gas station this morning with a large "Owned by Americans" sign), but what about me in my red and white striped skirt? You already heard about the run-in with the VA state trooper. In another example: This morning, we woke up a bit late for our free breakfast (and now that we're adjusting to grad school life, we're trying to be economical (and save for Coach outlets)). We ran down to breakfast at 9:57am only to be told by the receptionist that she was sorry but breakfast was closed. I responded in my most sugary sweet voice, "Great, we've still got three minutes!" Maybe we're not far enough South yet, or maybe we're stopping at the wrong establishments. The cashier at Piggly Wiggly this afternoon wasn't very nice either. Of course we weren't very impressed with her fresh fruit...

I know that some of you are breathlessly waiting for pics from our trip. Unfortunately you will have to wait a few more days for Dollywood (well at least the gift shop), Great Smokey Mt. Nat'l Park (scaling waterfalls and battling tourists) and other adventures. I'm missing the connector cord to upload pics from my camera...