I just walked down to get ice. On the way, a nice gentleman commented that he hoped he left some ice in the machine, how nice the weather was, and that I was looking lovely this evening. For the record I was wearing an old triathlon shirt, my bright yellow cordory shorts and no shoes. Not so lovely. After getting ice, I headed back. Two young girls were running down the hallway giggling. Scooting out of their way, I was pleasantly surprised when they slowed down and said "excuse me" and "pardon me." I officially love the South.