I have spent the past week in North Carolina, enjoying all that the Tar Heel state has to offer. So far, I have not been overly impressed. While on a property in Fayetteville (A military town from the 1970s with the nickname FayetteNam because of the existence of strip clubs and other adult establishments made popular in Vietnam in the 60s) I experienced a fun little storm called a Tornado.

It was a minor tornado but still enough to scare the crud out of me. It was sunny skies until less than 2 minutes before the storm started. Suddenly the rain started pouring down and pinecones were flung against the window like rocks. Here are some pictures on the property after the storm.

This pool is right by my room. 4 different trees were knocked over the fence into the pool. Maintenance guys with Chainsaws spent a few hours clearing the pool. Luckily nobody was in the pool. I know it was rainy so people should be smart enough to stay out of the water, but this is North Carolina....

This is Catina (the manager of the property I was visiting) standing by a large tree that was knocked over by the storm. The hole in the ground was 3 or 4 feet deep where the tree was uprooted.

This poor car (Brand new BMW) met a tree upclose when it fell on it. Luckily it did not appear serious body damage was done, but it is never fun when a new, expensive car decides to cuddle with a fallen tree

I should have known my week would be crappy when, on my flight over, I sat next to a lady with 2 children under the age of 2. Since being in Nursery, I have grown much more tolerant of kids but 4 1/2 hours is along time to be by messy, loud, smelly kids. The lady was extremely nice but overly trusting.

At one point, she left her 8 month old in the seat next to me while she went to the bathroom to change the other kid's diaper. As she left, she said "He is buckled in if you would just watch him for me." This wasn't a question, merely a very trusting command.

I figured babysitting was preferable to a poopy diaper smell. I played with the kid for a bit until she came back and then went back to my book. During the course of the flight, I felt I was more than friendly and patient.

As we got off the plane, the crew brought a double stroller for the lady and her kids. I politely passed behind her to head to the rental car area. Another lady stopped me, with our conversation listed below:

Nosy Lady: You should help her.

Me: Haha, thats ok. (Thinking she is making a joke)

Nosy Lady: Really, you should help her.

Me: ??

Nosy Lady: She needs your help (please note, she had a very angry look on her face)

Me: They aren't my kids (with an equally angry look on my face) !!!!

Nosy Lady: Oh, I thought they were yours. Honey, they arent his (to husband).

Husband: Oh, that makes sense.

What the heck? Here are the problems I can list

1)It is none of their business!

2) They obviously had talked about it during the flight!

3) I had been very nice and patient and still was painted as a jerk!

4) The lady that sat by me was HUGE! Did we really look like a good match?

Welcome to North Carolina!