We took Mom and Dad out to dinner at Coleman Public House. It was their first time and the burgers did not disappoint! I thoroughly enjoyed the best burger ever, as always – the Barnyard Burger! We stopped at Shem Creek for one more before heading home. It was in the low 80s and breezy…perfect weather for a little outdoor bar action.
Red’s was packed, per usual! Luckily, we secured 2 bar stools to avoid that lost-because-I-have-no-place-to-set-my-drink feeling. Next to us was an interesting older feller…chain-smoking clove cigarettes, drinking his beer with his brought from home beer bottle koozie with INTENSE mileage. I bet you have a pretty clear picture of him, but if not, he looked a little something like this (if he were BBQing)…
So fancy pants asked us to save his seat while he “got rid of his beer” (aka, went for a pee – ew). My Dad kept his seat warm, no problem. When he came back, he asked where we were from. My Dad said “Upstate New York” AND THEN everything took a turn for the worse.
He says, “There are 3 types of Northerners. Yankees, Damn Yankees, and ‘Rhoids.” We all paused hoping he’d just stop there. But no, we were not so lucky. “‘Rhoids are the ones that never leave.” Like hemorrhoids, people. Nice! Nice way to end our celebratory night of you.just.bought.a.house.and.OFFICIALLY.live.in.Charleston.
Welcome to the South, Mom and Dad – haha!
Luckily, it is rare that we hear this type of silly rhetoric. It just reminds me that there are all types of people everywhere you go. This guy? Rough around the edges. Hey – it’s what makes the world go round, right?
In 1 year of living in paradise, I’ve only heard 3 negative (could they ever be positive?) “Yankee” comments. Not too shabby! Am I just not listening closely enough?!
p.s. 1 more day to vote for our new baby girl’s name – make sure you put in YOUR two cents.
p.s.s. Check back tomorrow for another “redneck” story, NORTHERN-style!