Welcome to Dixie Drive, the main drag through that little town up the road. Make a right or left onto any side street and who knows what or who you might come across. These folks are as unpredictable as a squirrel in the street on a hot summer's day and they don't care what you think about it. They're not hurting anybody, (except maybe themselves). they're just playing their cards with the hand they were dealt, so stand back and we'll see what they come up with next. The folks near Dixie Drive might reside in some backwater southern town and some of their weirdness may be particularly "Southern" but don't kid yourself, this is Small Town America: the same animal from Portland East to Portland West. Woof!
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Three Steps Over Japan said, 3 months ago
“But when it’s closing time and any of ‘em start asking for another free coffee refill, they’re all “lardass”."
margueritem
said, 3 months ago
So that’s how they do it…
jreckard said, 3 months ago
If that’s the only place I’m called “Darlin’”, I’ll go.
olfart said, 3 months ago
And when they aren’t listening, they are all “the old guy”.
J. Short
said, 3 months ago
Oooooooooooooooh! Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch
You know that I love you
I can’t help myself
I love you and nobody else
LafInLarry
said, 3 months ago
That works here in small town Indiana too.
I can make a pretty good argument that the south ends, not at the Mason-Dixon line, but within a few miles of where I sit.
Rich Powell
said, 3 months ago
@LafInLarry
I’ve seen it in Upstate New York, Wyoming…hell, all over!!!
kaecispop said, 3 months ago
@J. Short
Is that followed by, “Sugar. Oh, Honey, Honey..?”