Reasons I am SO ready to leave the South:
- I ordered a club sandwich at a local restaurant last week, and it came with all the typical stuff--3 slices of toasted bread, bacon, lettuce, tomato, turkey--and an EXTRA-THICK SLICE OF BOLOGNA! Who the hell puts bologna on a club sandwich, and doesn't even warn people about it first? Good lord.
- Forget "y'all." In my locale, the preferred collective form of address is "you-uns." AND, I learned just yesterday, that's made possessive by saying "you-uns-es." I. AM. NOT. KIDDING.
- Every single time I go to the YMCA, I hear the very same song playing on the very same Contemporary Christian radio station. Thank God for iPods.
