This is Maynard.
Barring Maynard, everyone in El Paso is ridiculously friendly. I'm coming from a Midwestern viewpoint, remember. We're talking ridiculously friendly.
Apart from Maynard.
He's one of the owners of H&H Coffee & Car Wash. A veritable combination, truly. That being said, I hope they wash cars half as well as they make breakfast, because I practically sopped up my eggs, potatoes, ham, and beans. It was one of those meals where, once you set down your fork for the last time, you think to yourself, "...Wow. I guess I liked that." You know. One of those meals that your bones crave, not just your mind.
But back to Maynard. He was standing outside, as you do, and initially seemed pleasant. He mentioned that he loved El Paso and thought it was the greatest city in the world. I responded,
"Yeah, I really like it so far!"
And Maynard spouted back with, "I don't care if you like it, now get the hell out."
And when I did, he commented on my ass. In his defense, it was in one of those "I don't actually mean this, I just want to get a rise out of everyone I meet" ways. At least he's an open book?
But back to El Paso. In all seriousness, it was surprisingly great. There was Chalk the Block (41,000 people and potentially the best red velvet cupcake I've had in my entire life), the boot factories, old school architecture and digital walls, and jaguars wandering around town (kidding. Kind of). It's a fascinating, terribly unique melange of cultures and I guess that should be no surprise, it sitting between Mexico, New Mexico, and Texas. It wasn't like anywhere else I had ever been, and that's a big plus in my book.
But I'm back, and now I'm off to the sunny perfection of Orange County. Just as well, it's starting to get a little chilly up in these North Carolina mountains!