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New Things Learned About CT

Things I have learned about Connecticut thus far:
- Do not expect to finding a shopping cart in the grocery store, unless you either (a) pay 25 cents, refundable when cart is returned, or (b) grab a carriage from the parking lot. Do not use the term "cart". Nobody knows what that is here.
- Expect to pay 60-70% more on most grocery items.
- People own snowblowers, just as Virginians own efficient air conditioning systems.
- Pay attention to the different prices on the sign at the gas station- one for the cash price and one for the credit card price. There is about a 10 cent difference. Lesson learned- keep gas cash in the car as much as possible.
- I only have to drive 26 minutes to the closest Sams Club, which beats the 1 hour trip I made in VA.
- There is a 30 cent (I think) fee for buying drinks in plastic, aluminum, or glass containers. You can turn in your containers and get your $ back at the grocery store.
- Teenage Connecticut drivers do not have to take a behind-the-wheel course. They may simply take a written test at the DMV and get a license.
- There are a surprising number of pick-up trucks, camouflage, and hunters in this portion of CT.

**I forgot one IMPORTANT thing!
- As a girl raised in VA, I had the assumption (and was often reminded before we moved) that northerners were cold, rude and brash. In the month that we've been here, I have not met a single person that fits that description! I realize that I am in a more rural place in the north, and perhaps people from the cities keep to themselves more. However, do not believe stereotypes about these Yankees!

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  1. Haha sounds like some of the terminology problems I'm having! But that's scary about no behind-the-wheel testing!!! My sister and brother-in-law seriously tote multiple trash bags full of bottles and cans up there when they visit his family to cash them in.

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  2. What town were you in that made you pay for shopping carts? Also, I refer to them as carts sometimes.

    As far as the driving goes, all drivers have to have a certain amount of time behind the wheel with an instructor or parent. (For their license) For a permit, you just need to take a test.

    I had 4, 2 hour sessions, as well as an 'hour-log' quota that needed t be filled with practice driving before I was able to take my written test for my license and then the driving portion.

    I am glad you have broken the stereotypes of Northerners. Some of us are really quite nice. Just like everywhere, there are poo-faced people, and nice people. :]

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  3. Hey Samasaurus! The Aldi in Windham makes you pop a quarter into the slot before it releases a cart!

    Glad to hear that you use the same lingo!

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