Arghhh! I replied and deleted accidentally out of my own stupidity. If this shows up twice, my apologies. After my first post, I had to go to Vons for prescriptions and milk. I complained a couple of times to clerks who asked “How are you?” And I said, “I am freezing and wet.” One of them just rolled her eyes kind of subtly. Must be a transplant. My dad (ancient–but still lucid) laughs his ass off when I complain. He and my mom grew up in Chicago and when he proposed, she said, “I’ll marry you if you move to San Diego.” That’s where she was stationed as a WAVE. He gave in rather easily, although he had to take a 1/2 pay cut. It always amazes me that the median here until the 1970s was lower than the national median.
