“I’d give you a nasty look but you’ve already got one.” I am reminded of a story told to me when I first moved south to NC some thirty years ago, about a kindly southern lady, boarding a plane in Raleigh. She has a seat in the first class section, next to a finely dressed woman about her age and decides to engage her in conversation. “Hello” the southern lady begins in her undeniable southern accent. “Where y’all from?”. The woman looks at her, unable to hide the disdain on her face. “Where I come from, we don’t end our sentences in prepositions!” The southern lady thinks for a moment, then nods politely. “Oh, ok then. Where y’all from, bitch?” If you’re ever in the south and hear the words: ‘Well bless your little heart”, you will know you’re surrounded by other southerners by their chuckles and smirks. It can be very disarming, in a charming sort of way.
