Why is it that I can always spot Atlanta folks on House Hunters? They don't even have to speak and I know. I'm never wrong either. It's a gift, I guess. Or better yet, confirmation that I did the right thing.
Last night, the Atlanta couple walked through the door of a Fayetteville (seriously?) home.
The wife, walking into the foyer, said, “Oh, this is nice and light.”
Then the husband said, “Yes, I like it. It’s very eloquent.”
Ah, Atlanta. I miss you so.