Thrilled to the Gills (save the local driving habits)

So for my week's work at Dad's, he surprised me by hiding a check for my utility trailer (I'd been wanting for so long) in my wiring book! Talk about clutch! That made my year. Thanks, Dad. Here's the trailer. I'm sure we'll both get good use out of it.

On a side note, where have all the good drivers gone? I try to make a habit of letting people go (letting them pull out in front of me if I'm stopped, etc). One a day is about my average. But lately everyone that's taken my kindness has snuffed me. They just pulled out as if I were not there at all. No wave. No nod. No looking back. I'll tell you what, Mr and Mrs No-Good-Driver, this is the SOUTH, where you're supposed to nod and wave and say "thanks, ya'll."

Go back up north! Just kidding. But I do understand when southerners get that little chip against the yanks. I'll still let you go next time. And the next too. But just bear in mind, karma's a b%&#^.