Georgia's not been herself lately. Could be from hitting 280, being born way back in 1732, last of the lucky 13 colonies to get going. Georgia lately seems liable to put reading glasses in the 'fridge, and the milk jug into the oven. Haven't seen the cat lately, but the clock's in the catbox, and the newspaper's right here, in the microwave. Hmmm. Something's not right.
Of course, there are all sorts of reasons events might seem inexplicable to someone not acclimated and acculturated to the art of goings-on in the peanuts-pecans-and-peaches state. Some things defy the ordinary belief that we all have our own peculiar ways of doing this and that, and that one should make some allowances for that. Here's one comes to mind: