You know you're in the Deep South because....
Store sign in Ramer, Alabama (between Troy and Montgomery)
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Alabama! Alabama! And no spit cup at that. No dipping? what? ice cream, the cash register. Will you continue to head west?
Posted by: DonnaK | Sunday, July 17, 2011 at 09:03 PM
DonnaK: Yeah, I wondered about the dipping too. Is it something you do with tobacco? No, not heading any further west for the moment (though Phoenix is a possibility in the future). Heading to Virginia next.
Posted by: Basia | Sunday, July 17, 2011 at 09:15 PM
On the other hand, I think it's bit reassuring that there are still places in the country that have not been McDonaldized. Just an idea--Go find at Golden Arches place and see if you find a sign that was not issued by headquarters.
Posted by: DonnaK | Sunday, July 17, 2011 at 11:27 PM
Did you have any problems with yuor car while there? See below for the curse of Sikes & Kohn's
http://broadwaydave.blogspot.com/2010/06/curse-of-sikes-kohns-country-mall.html
Posted by: DonnaK | Sunday, July 17, 2011 at 11:41 PM
Dipping, and don't ask how I know this, is a reference to moist smokeless tobacco; a plug of which is packed between the cheek and teeth. We northerners know it as chewing tobacco. Barf.
Posted by: Joanne | Monday, July 18, 2011 at 09:37 AM
Donna: LOL, that's funny about the curse. I must have escaped it, no curse here.
Joanne: Thanks, Wikipedia Joanne! (And no, I won't ask how you know that....:o))
Posted by: Basia | Monday, July 18, 2011 at 10:29 PM
I'm so disappointed now...I was so looking forward to seeing a photo of your spit cup!!
Posted by: Sharon from CT | Friday, July 22, 2011 at 04:51 PM