Florida snowbirds... I don't really care for them.

by Dave
(FL.)

I guess I am biased, but I am strengthened by the knowledge that I voice the opinion of many...

Every year, there comes a time after the hurricane season when life is slow and quiet. The tension of watching out for hurricanes is gone, and the cooler temperatures make going outside more pleasant.

Then, one day, during the drive to work it happens. I spot a slow-driving, old Buick in the fast lane. It holds up the traffic and other drivers are aggressively overtaking it on the right.

Once I catch up, I see the silver hair just above the back of the chair (the car won't have headrests). And then it hits me: The best time of the year is over!

No more peace and quiet.

My favorite stores will be taken over by Snowbirds. The Starbucks will be filled with New York accents and rudeness. Car parks will be filled with Canadian license plates. The restaurants will be busy and will require reservations.

I've had the thought that maybe I should spend winter elsewhere, somewhere up north. But that would defeat the purpose of living here, in Florida.