So the wife and I headed over to Orlando this week for a rock show (The National: Best. Set. Ever.) and overnight daycation. We didn't do much besides eat, see the concert and pass out in a room in a painfully brightly painted hotel with a relentless pineapple motif, but we did patronize a few places over the course of the day and night. And wherever we went, we noticed something:

Everyone — and I mean everyone — with whom we interacted was nice.

Copiously, effusively, overwhelmingly nice.

This article appears in Oct 7-13, 2010.