I'm beginning to see what you mean, but I'm not quite there yet and I don't have a good memory for those kinds of things. That's probably a good thing though! :sigh:

You have to replace your brakes on your GOLF CART.:shrug:

You miss the Paradise Rec Center Bar and Grill.


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You stop your car, stop traffic, to assist a turtle crossing the street.

Been in The Villages
 

Was on my way to play golf in the early morning hours three years ago and questioned my eyesight until I realized that some bald guy with a bandana wrapped around his head and the top down on his Lexus was speeding toward me on the cartpath between Village of Bridgeport and Olmstead Road. He forced three of us to the grass. Apparently this must occur often because my call to the police was greeted with "again". From then on I practice both defensive driving and defensive walking.

When ypou see a clown whiz by in a golf cart and think nothing of it.

You whistle "shoveling sunshine" while your friends up north shovel something else.:laugh:

You know your a Villager when you keep trying to explain to your friends up north what the Villages is like....

it doesn't surprise you that the baby in the stroller is a dog.

When you get more visits from relatives, including children, in a year than you have gotten totally in all previous years.

and they begin to back away from you and look at each other surreptitiously.

This stuff should be in a little book given to all new Villagers.... :1rotfl::clap2:

When you can't be in two places at the same time because there are so many options of things you want to do.

Now we're talking.
 

Been there, done that. LOL

When you order a beer anywhere, and they plunk two down, automatically assuming that you should drink double with any meal, and it's called happy hour. They say they have to do it because everybody else is doing it.