(This stuff has all happened to me in the last week or so. All I can say is that I love this town!)

 You know you’re in Mississippi when…

1. After coming out of one department store you resolve to cross the parking lot to buy lunch at the nearby restaurant and your hostess fishes out her keys to drive there.

2. You receive a wrong number call on your cell phone asking for Jennie. ‘There’s no Jenny here’, you reply. “Oh… Okay… Hey… um… can I ask you somethin?” comes the response. ‘Well erm, if you must’, you answer. “Where are y’all from?” ’Excuse me?’ “Where are y’all from?” ‘I come from Scotland’. “Scotland?… Hey!… I have a lot of Scottish blood in me…” ‘Alright then… well… eh… goodbye’.

3. Floor is pronounced ‘flohw’, door is ‘dohw’, and poor is ‘pohw’ and baptist is ‘babdist’

4. Asked by the man working on your new home about the placement of fire alarms around the house you take a full thirty seconds to realise he is not asking you where you want to keep your ‘fire arms around the house’.

5. Having decided to walk from the church to the bank, which is only around the corner, you get a call asking if everything is okay. You were spotted walking and someone was worried.