Pays to be Nice
I went across town to drop off my rent check and find out in person if my leaky faucet/dripping sink, piece of crap dishwasher, and low-hanging trees over the driveway will be fixed...all of which are in process...then met my sister at Baja Burrito. It being an absolutely spectacular day (70s and sunny with a breeze), we got a table on the patio and went inside to get our taco salads at the cafeteria-stlye counter. Sis went first, then me. When I got to the counter, the cute guy took my order and said, "You seem nice. You should come to my show." With that, he handed me a flyer for his band on Tuesday night. I said, "I am nice, and new to Nashville." "Welcome to Nashville, and you should definitely come!" Of course, my sister was jealous because she didn't get a flyer or get flirted with. Then again, she has the suburban dream. Toe-may-toe/toe-mah-toe. I'm making friends!