I've noted some major differences between Arkansas and Nebraska. They're subtle for the most part (kinda like a clown's nose is subtle) and harmless, save for Jackass Neighbor.
Store clerks look at me like I'm green when I say, "Have a nice day". They stutter and stammer around and almost never get out anything intelligible.
If you try to let someone cut in line on the road at a turn or something, they don't know what to do. Occassionally they manage a shaky wave of thanks but more often they just look around like the sky is gonna fall in on them.
My sense of humor does not translate here. I get lots of blank stares and frequently stand in awkward silence. Everyone is so damn serious all the time!
They say "yeah" weird. It's more like "yaaaa". Not quite Northern Minnesota "yaaa" but definately not a southern (read normal) "yeah".
Everything is covered with Huskers red. I mean everything. Their clothes, mailboxes, garages, vehicles, and on and on and on. Hog Fever pales in camparison. And as Krissi once said, what the hell is a Cornhusker anyway?
Apparently there is a season for sweet tea here. I don't know when that season is but we're not in it right now. Go ahead, ask for sweet tea in a restaurant, they will scoff at you.
It takes $28 and half an hour to get your vehicle licensed in Arkansas. The State of Nebraska takes your first born child and six thousand dollars. Fun times!
Now that's not to say it's awful here. Except for that prick next door, noone has been rude or mean. It's finally spring here and it really is beautiful. And... nope, that's all I got.