It’s funny the kind of conversations you can overhear when you step into an elevator. We had entered a building elevator and a family group followed. We had already punched the floor number we needed, and the main spokesman for the group, or in this case spokeswoman, informed the rest of her family and us that here in the south, you don’t punch the floor number you need. You mash the button for the floor number you need. They all exited the elevator before we did, and I turned to Jack and said “I’ve never heard that ‘southern’ term mash. Had you?” He hadn’t either. Needless to say, in our 32 years back here in the South, we’d never heard that term. Just goes to show you, you don’t always know everything especially when visiting a new area. Now as far as mashing those buttons go, think I’ll just mash the lock on our front door.
By the way, the fire pit tonight (shown in the picture) looks like the perfect place to enjoy some smores, but alas no smores ingredients with us. Oh, well, think I’ll just go mash the room lights and check my emails.