I don't like people who start off stories or proclamations with "I'll tell you what...". My mom used to date a guy who did that all the time, and I'll tell you what, I hated that guy! Upon first arriving in Arizona, while we were looking at the many mountain ranges surrounding the airport, Lisa and I were met with,"I'll tell you what, once you get up in those mountains, boy...you won't even believe it. This is God's Country, man. Whew. I'll tell you what.". This was in turn met with blank stares from both Lisa and myself, and later repeated and mocked in hushed voices in the back seat of the car as we were leaving the majestic airport. God's Country. Please.