When we relocated from Oklahoma to Texas we rented an apartment for the summer to give us time to find a house.
I was determined to be far away from any possible hurricane danger, so I preferred far north of Houston in the piney woods. I would bundle up my two boys and set out driving to explore places of interest.
I liked the natural setting of Spring, Texas, so I decided to check it out. I took an exit off the highway and seemed to reach the end of the spot a Dairy Queen.
We enjoyed our snack and then I ventured to ask the manager could retell me where Spring, was–clarifying I had driven all around and reached a dead end. He asked me if I had gone east of I-45. I nodded. He asked me if I saw a filling station. Still nodding. Did I see a boy and a dog? I said yes.
He then exclaimed, “Lady, you done seen Spring!”
Later I found the old timers, although welcoming the jobs Dairy Queen brought, weren’t too eager for newcomers to move in. In fact, for many years there was animosity for those “South County folks.”
Not to be discouraged, I got back in the car and ket exploring through deep forest till I found a little subdivision I loved. We won a bidding war with another purchaser by a mere $100. and enjoyed the place with forest on four sides for many years.
I’ve since learned that when a man starts a sentence with “Lady…” it might be time to stand firm as that sometimes was code for an agenda which would not be in my favor.