Hoosiers or Hosers?

Anyone who has ever watched "Strange Brew" with Rick Moranes knows exactly what a Hoser is (well, that makes all 5 of us). But with all the troubles I've had in Indiana so far, and with all the people I've dealt with, maybe Indiana should be known for its Hosers as well.

We can always talk about the moving fiasco, but I've told that story one-too-many times to care to recount that tale, again. See the previous entry for more details. But those guys were from Indiana. My 2nd royal pain came when I tried to register for my car. I've even called them up before going down there and asked them exactly what they needed for me to register my vehicle. And it seems like regardless of how prepared I am or what documentation I bring down there, they always find something else that they need to have/see/done before they can register my car. And they always gave me an attitude while telling me I forgot something. Well, why the hell didn't you tell me that when I asked you on the phone, you moron? So like I said, Hoser.

Don't get me wrong, though. Not everyone in Indiana is a country bumpkin with an attitude. There are the select few who actually are quite intelligent, helpful, AND friendly. And I'm not talking about the pan-handlers, either.

Well, we'll see how it goes here. Moving here has been such a royal pain in the butt, that I really don't want to do this, again, anytime soon. And I'm sure Richel would agree with me on that.