People move to the Pacific Northwest from other places, and complain about the weather. They complain about the drivers. They complain about the drivers in the weather. They express a certain admiration for the beauty of the environment, while proceeding to tear it down to build strip malls. They inflate the local housing market beyond the reach of many locals. They conduct their business with a tinge of world-weariness at being exiled to the provinces.
The gelid marshmallow-like response of the natives to neighborly overtures by recent arrivals may be a little more understandable in this light. Or perhaps people here are simply like the weather - gloomy, impenetrably damp and cold, with occasional sun breaks to fool the hopeful.