I was staying my sister this past Thursday evening at her apartment just outside of Washington DC. I expected traffic and conjestion etc. (after all I have been a suburban/city dweller most of my adult life.)
But as we were sitting around talking, I would hear a car door, or cars driving by, or the apartment door across the hall, and I would get up as if someone was coming.
In the country, when I hear a car door, it means visitors. In the city you ignore it. It took me a while to adjust to the new environment.
Our Lady of Joyful Hope-pray for us! ... Oremus pro invicem!
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