My housemate doesn’t have anything nice to say about the South. He always says nasty things about Alabama and Georgia and refuses to read the Alabama newsletter I put out. Well… he certainly “scans” it, but he’ll say “Why the fuck do I care what happens down in an Alabama library?”
It makes me sad.
Not only does he refuse to honour the South, he always focuses on the negative.
So, you can imagine my surprise yesterday when he beamed in the door with a bag of “Dixie cups”. Those are little individual servings of ice cream that come in those yougurt-like containers.
“My mom used to get these for me all the time when I was a kid,” he said. “I’m going to go eat these!”
At that point I told him to back up a bit. “You hate Dixie but you’ll eat Dixie cups,” I said. “That doesn’t make sense, and it’s not right!”
“Well, actually these are not really Dixie Cups,” he said. “This is the Lucerne brand, and besides, Dixie was legally absorbed into the union after the war.”