Tuesday, February 17, 2015

In honor of Mz Moon

I found this on Betsy's blog and it was so fantastic, I brought it over here. Please read this. You know what this is. You've done this. It has a name!

The Southern Goodbye. We have to go out to the car and stand there and talk awhile and then eventually the leave-taker gets in the car but immediately rolls down the window so we can keep talking a little bit and also, so that the person not leaving can lean in and kiss the person who is and so forth and this takes quite awhile sometimes. I think there may actually be a required number of times to say, "I love you," before the person can actually drive off but we do not KNOW that number, we just feel it in our bones and must carry on until it's been fulfilled.

Thank you, Mary. 

Love from your friend Beth


Ms. Moon said...

Oh my! And it is all completely true. I'm glad you enjoyed the description.
Love from your friend Mary

Betsy MacWhinney said...

Yes! We've done that! I used to call it a transition issue, but now I'm going to call it the southern goodbye!

Love the picture too.

We will not March in March. But rather, saunter. I'm about to prove I'm not a robot by clicking the box that says, "I'm not a robot."


Elizabeth said...

Sometimes I just get stuck in the car, sitting and talking -- forever.

Jo said...

Hah :) I saw on Urban Dictionary that an Irish Exit is when you're too drunk to deal with people and you just quietly leave whatever event you're at without telling anyone.

My friend's husband is French, and said he doesn't understand that, as it takes Irish people forever to say goodbye in much the same way (though it't more likely to be by the door because it's colder here).

My other friend who is also married to a Frenchman suggested that you do the Irish Exit because you just can't deal with the Irish Goodbye, and that made all sorts of sense :)