We’re enjoying a delicious breakfast this morning at a local main street cafe in the tiny town of Cuba, Missouri. There’s an older guy who has the General Lee horn as his ring tone. We chuckle. Even more amusing is the guy at the table next to him who looks like Uncle Jesse sans overalls.
Overheard while enjoying last night’s BBQ dinner at Missouri Hicks (same tiny town):
(Imagine this spoken in a drawl)
Waitress to Manager: Eww! Did you fart?
Manager: What? No!
Manager: Well, I did have chili for lunch …
Yep. Almost as classy as the guy we busted peeing in the parking lot on our way out.
Welcome to small-town America. It dun git much better.