So, how does the old saying go ... if it looks like a duck and it walks like a duck it must be well, a duck.
Not in these parts. I've recently discovered that if it looks like a cockroach and it walks like a cockroach then it is indeed a ... (wait for it) ... Palmetto Bug!
Um, what?
Just a testament to the Southern culture I guess. I imagine the conversation going something like this ...
"Bless her heart, we can't call her a cockroach ... that's just not polite." A few minutes of rocking in the chair, and an iced cold sweet tea and suddenly ... "I've got it! We'll call her Palmetto Bug."
I wish the Yankees had it so easy. I'm still waiting for someone to call me a nice name.
I rock.
I sip.
And nothing.
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13 years ago
1 comment:
In New Orleans, where I'm originaly from, we always called a roach, a roach. As for people calling you somthing nice it all depends on how you look at it. Still there aint too many nice things being said about me either. A friend of mine told me, when I came to SC 10 years ago, that as soon as you walk into those doors (meaning where ever you work) they're talking, it might be good, might be bad, but they're talking.
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