
Rainbow Row means friendly in Charleston, SC
Charleston consistently ranks as the friendliest city in the country. I ask myself what is it that qualifies Charleston as “friendly?”
Immediately, I think of our roadways, specifically, the four-way stop intersection. Stopping at the four-way intersection, you experience Charleston’s graciousness at its highest level. No one moves. You allow others to proceed first.
Then, experiencing a possible communication problem, you detect a quick nod, or hand signal indicating for “you” to proceed. Of course, “you” insist the other driver go first. This bantering, volley-like behavior continues until a visitor from a “rude” city blasts out of the shuffle. You glance at your volley partner, both shrugging as if to say, “what in the hell is wrong with that guy?”
Then the person with the most pressing engagement pulls through the intersection with a grand wave to all. No, Charlestonians are not a bunch of hokeys; we know the Traffic Laws of South Carolina grant the first person to arrive at the intersection the legal right of-way to proceed. We choose to be polite.
The next example becomes blatantly obvious after a quick trip to a neighboring city. You are accustomed (wont) to the treatment you receive in our city. I am accustomed to a gentleman opening a door for me. Now, before you roll your eyes, let me elaborate. When a gentleman and a lady walk up to a door at the same time, she pauses, allowing him to open the door. LT opens the door for me: every time.
You probably can guess what happened to me during a visit to another “city.” I stood at the door waiting. The “gentleman” next to me cleared his throat, a number of times, and then said, “Move it, lady.” I quickly ascertained he was not going to open the door. Understand, I have no problem opening the door. I am spoiled rotten. I am accustomed to the way a lady is treated in Charleston. During the above confrontation, I pivoted and placed a side push-kick on the door thus giving the “gentleman” clear passage into the building.
Lastly, our “friendliness” effervesces when a lady enters a room or excuses herself from a group to go to the ladies room. I admit I like being the center of attention: the Prima Dona so to speak. I take for granted the gentlemen are paying attention to the ladies. The gentlemen in Charleston do. When a woman does “anything,” they stand up. The next time I visit another city, I plan to attach a whistle to my new Vera Bradley lanyard. When I enter a room, I will give a shrill blow to my whistle, followed by a deep demand of “Stand Up, Lady on Deck.” I believe this will do the trick, don’t you?
As noted, these are but three examples of Charlestonian’s mode of behavior that garnered the coveted title “America’s Friendliest City.” We hold onto our friendliness as it gets too damn hot and unbearable in the summer to be cranky. As the summer months draw near, I will address that crankiness. Until then, bless your heart for reading savor the ride.
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