Today we write about: the south.
Because it only seems fair, you know?
So after regularly deleting hundreds of anonymous spam comments every week for the last month or so, I've finally given up and disabled anonymous comments on my posts. It's become incredibly tiresome, and with me going away for a week I really don't want to come back to find an avalanche of spam comments clogging things up.
Also: I've noticed very few legitimate anonymous comments over the years here, so I don't think it should bother too many people. If it puts anyone out though, I do apologize.
But it's just really not worth it anymore.
"Well, this has been terribly disappointing." Martin kicked a rock off the sidewalk and onto the grass as he made his way back to the car. "I can't believe those guidebooks can get away with being so misleading."
"Maybe we're not -" Cindy began but her husband cut her short with a heavy sigh.
"Let's just go home. This has been a total disaster."
"But don't you think -" Cindy tried but was interrupted again.
"This whole Southern Hospitality thing is a myth. Did you see how rude that man was when I asked to borrow his trampoline?"
"Yes, but -"
"It's like he thought it actually mattered that his son was currently using it! And that it was somehow important that we had crashed the boy's birthday party! Ridiculous!"
"Perhaps," Cindy said as she placed a hand across her husband's mouth so that she could finish her sentence for once, "we'd have better luck if we drove more than twenty minutes south."