This one came from Ms. Musings via Noble Savage about America v. GB. I've decided to do my own version: Northern USA v. Southern USA. I've been living in the Northeast for over 20 years. You would think I would have completely acclimated by now, but I haven't.
Ways in which I've acclimated (shudder) to the Northeast:
When I'm out for a walk, I don't wave at every single person who drives by me.
I call a "soft drink" a "soda."
When waiting for something, I stand on line instead of in line.
When I make plans with someone a week in advance, instead of just showing up at the designated place and time, I call or email the day before to confirm.
I get really, really annoyed -- in fact, almost murderous -- when I am stuck behind a slow driver.
I talk really fast (okay, my brother will tell you I did that before I moved north, but I'm pretty sure it's gotten worse).
A two-hour-long drive is a HUGE ordeal that takes lots of planning and preparation.
I have to think when someone refers to an "ABC store."
Ways in which I doubt I'll ever acclimate:
I want grits and biscuits with my fried eggs at breakfast. What are these hash brown things? Potatoes are for supper, not breakfast.
I cringe when I hear "yous" (it's just plain wrong), have learned to say "you guys," but still prefer "you-all" and its contraction "y'all" (those two are plural, btw). "You-all" doesn't ignore an entire gender.
When I go swimming in the ocean in August, I still want it just cool enough to be refreshing. I do not want to think that, any minute now, I am going to bump into an ice flow. (I don't do much swimming in the Atlantic once you get north of Maryland.)
I like to wear colors other than black, and I especially like to wear hats.
Even though, rationally, I know I don't need to, I always ask for "hot tea" when ordering in restaurants, convinced that if I don't, I will get that beverage I have never liked that comes in a tall glass with tons of ice cubes and too much sugar.
Although I can barely drink two martinis without doing so, I can easily drink two mint juleps without passing out.
I am still very insulted when people make "dumb Southerner" jokes around me. I have not noticed that Southerners are any dumber than any other population I've encountered.