Wetumpka
I walk into gas station, or service station, as Todd's Dad calls it, in Wetumpka, AL. I get a bottled water out of the cooler and walk up to the register. A young, pierced and tattooed couple is in front of me buying smokes. The girl pays, chatting with the woman working the register. I remind myself that when in small town, do as the small town do; relax. No one is in a hurry. At all. They do their "How's your mom'n'em?" and then the guy moves up and asks for a lighter. The fat woman behind the register is wearing a t-shirt that says, "There's an eternal party in Hell. It's a BBQ and you don't want to be invited."
Her: "What color?"
Him: "Anything but blue."
He pays, and I move up to pay for my water.
Her: "I don't like red. Except for the color of Jesus' blood that he shed for me."
Okay.
Labels: GodSquad, Rural South, Wetumpka
posted by Dogwood Girl @ 9:39 AM
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Annie, We just drove back from the beach (fl panhandle) yesterday, so I can relate. Stopped at a few of those places along the way. Gotta love the rural folks, dontcha?
ps. my word verification is "crunk" gotta love that too!
I can't believe someone else knows "how's ya mom'n'em". There's a nice little swimmin hole in Loachapoka, Al. If youre ever in the mood for a dip. I think it's still called Drunk Creek. you can imagine why. First time I ever saw a tool box on a truck used to hold ice and col' beer
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