I’ve had near-death experiences nearly every day since my arrival. The first involved a head-on collision with the leafy end of an oak tree, left in the middle of the road by some would-be lumberjack who must have heard the frantic dinner call of lutefisk and Schell beer, thus abandoning his charge. Earlier today, while traveling back from beautiful New Ulm, a semi-truck hauling a load of baked goods to the local Super-Valu nearly crushed me and my family when he failed to yield.
I’ve been attacked by mosquitoes, confronted by grey squirrels, and hit upon by fierce Nordic women at the Mall of America. And just this afternoon, while shopping for lefse and Top the Tater at the local grocery store, I was treated rudely by the checkout girl (she told me to please unload my own basket…the NERVE!) and then was nearly run down in the parking lot by a wayward North Dakotan.
I lived here for thirty-eight years, and I don’t remember it being this dangerous. Whatever happened to Minnesota Nice? Perhaps it’s the fact that everyone here knows that winter is just a few short weeks away and they are anxious that they won’t get the snowblower out of the shop in time. Or it could be that, after the indignity of bagging your own groceries at Cub Foods, you must then go next door to buy beer! That’s enough to make anyone not so nice.
Where is that picture taken??? Is that in MN? It has nothin to do with ur post, btw…