Bovine-eyed and cringing by decibels, her daughter glances across the café at the exit sign. Mom’s diatribe goes south.
“Gawwd… Don’t you remember Florida? That waitress sits down at our table fer chrissakes! ‘How yeww folks doing? Y’all having a nice day?’ she asks. ‘May I take yerr order?’
“Yeah, lady… leave us alone!”
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You yankees are soooo stuck up! There’s no such thang as “in your personal space” down here, suh. Not that I’m that far down–thankfully. Mostly just college kids who are all about telling you their relationship issues between forgetting your drink. A warm southern fried 55, adam.
It’s a shame mama didn’t appreciate the nuances of true southern charm. No wonder her daughter was eying the exit! :o) Great, original 55!
Okay…here’s a lesson from a southerner by choice, not by birth. Do not come here and say “The way we do it up north is….” You will not be on good graces. If a southerner asks you what church you belong to…be nice. They truly are curious and concerned about the state of your soul. After all, it is the Bible belt. Finally, if a true southern belle says to you “Why bless yo’ heart” that this neither a blessing nor a compliment but rather a syrupy word sword being directed smack dab in the middle of your back!
Oh, my, here I am, a transplanted Southern belle from Georgia who loves catfish and hushpuppies and GRITS ( not with sugar and milk ). You are funny, though…and I hardly have an accent after 33 years in the San Francisco area.