I get it—golf carts are cute. They’re the official vehicle of The Villages, and you can’t walk to the mailbox without almost getting hit by one. But when you’re stuck behind a 15-cart parade going 12 mph to Tuesday’s pickleball tournament, you start to lose your mind. And you can’t even honk angrily because everyone’s waving at you with a smile that says, "Isn't this delightful?" No, Carol, it is not.
10 Reasons Why I Left the Villages Florida
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