No Worries, I Insist

On being a blatant people pleaser.

If there’s one thing to be said about Midwestern folks, it’s that we are unfailingly nice. Whenever I fly home to St. Louis and encounter my first cashier or server, I’m momentarily taken aback by how gosh darn sweet they are, in a way that actually feels genuine and less like a hotel concierge who would rather chew through their own hand than help you …