I’m from New England, I love New England, I have a second home in New England and even I hate you turds. The thing I’ve learned is to walk into a restaurant, store, whatever and just start teasing people and smiling at them. They get me at that point and I break through. New Englanders don’t like really nice people, they like people that they have to figure out first and then build a friendship with slowly. The problem is if you move to New England and expect people to come to you. It isn’t happening. You go to them and you chip away until they start smiling and open up. Then, they are loyal as hell once you win them over.
Now Mrs. Lashlee can surely make friends in Glastonbury or Tolland or wherever, she just didn’t want to. All she needed to do was show up at some school thing with cupcakes and look fashionable and invite everyone to her house for a holiday party. “Oh, by the way, my husband is OC at UConn. I’m trying to get KO and everyone there, bring your kids too. It is gonna be great y’all.” Sold, sweetheart.
I’d be there in a second and I’d tell my wife to invite her to get a pedi next week. She’d be set. The problem was, she didn’t want to or you turds rejected her offer because it was going to interfere with your steady schedule of farting into your easy chair cushions.