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I’m a northerner, but I love southern sayings. Maybe because I’m a writer, I soak them up and marvel at them. Play them in my mind over and over when I hear them. Sometimes, I write about them.

Like yesterday at breakfast at our hotel restaurant in Nashville, Tennessee. We weren’t getting the best service.  My coffee cup sat empty. The waitress was overworked. She was covering the floor, as they say. So when I finally got her to pour me one, I said to her, “Can I keep the carafe?”

She smiled at me and said, “Yes, ma’am,” and a woman a couple of tables over said, “I’m with you, sister, on that.”

Her words jumped out at me like a Jack in the Box. With a friendly turn of phrase she had turned us into sisters. No longer living in different worlds, but connected through our mutual need for morning coffee to get us through our days. Some days good, some days bad, but regardless, both of us sipping this steaming beverage to remind ourselves that the day has begun, we have been blessed.

I smiled at her and she smiled back.

She was a middle-aged woman like me, elegant in that southern way, all put together before she drank her morning coffee. I admired that.

Her words connected us in a special sort of way. She was a stranger to me a minute ago, but now I’m happy to have a southern sister.

Now wherever I have my morning coffee, I’ll know that an elegant lady from the south is having a cup with me.