Last week I had what felt like my first true southern exposure.
I had just finished paying for my fountain diet soda in the Marshall Student Union, when the cashier slowly offered me my receipt, a less-than-toothy grin, and a sweet southern pleasantry:
"Ya'll come back real soon now, ya hear?"
I probably stood there for a good five seconds trying to register what was said. And then I giggled. And then I said "I sure will!" Because I will. Girlfriend needs her fountain soda.