Everything Bud complaining about makes me like NY. And I'm from Florida.
Southern Hospitability gets old. Random grandmas and aunties you don't even know wanna call you sugar, honey, and baby. You in the checkout line and these slow talking country mfers trying to have a long conversation asking you "how your family doing?" or "You seen that game last night?" It's like I don't even know you mfers. Invite you to their church randomly and after service they serving food some damn pork n beans, collards, flips, and chitlins. I just want to ring my stuff up and go.