There are reasons why I love The South. Subtle, mysterious reasons that I can't quite explain at present.
And also, glaringly obvious reasons, like the following conversation I overheard at a monolithically giant fast food chain in Podunk, Tennessee, between a manager and his erstwhile employees. (I must here confess I was ordering that traditional American favorite, Deep Fried Lard Masquerading as Potato Pieces:
And also, glaringly obvious reasons, like the following conversation I overheard at a monolithically giant fast food chain in Podunk, Tennessee, between a manager and his erstwhile employees. (I must here confess I was ordering that traditional American favorite, Deep Fried Lard Masquerading as Potato Pieces:
MANAGER:
Now, y'all, I don't wanna know what it is y'all know.
EMPLOYEES:
[Chuckle vaguely, apparently unsure what it is they know the manager doesn't.]
MANAGER:
But, y'all gotta protect the food, 'cause there's this big ol' dog who's been loose around these here parts for hours now. Sheriff's out looking for him and all.
JAMIE:
[thinks]
Protect the food?!
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