Yo, I landed in Tennessee yesterday, and I'm in the airport urinal when I hear a dude at the other end holler back over his shoulder to someone in the stalls, "We goin' to Shoney's again fer Christmas this year?". Almost peed all over myself. It had to have been sarcasm/joking, all things considered. I decided I'd probably hang with them, Tennessee twangs and all. The occasional piece of reddit fodder worth posting:
After I posted that, they divided the dining room up into "South" and "North" for the livestock competitions. The only black person (sample size: ~500) happened to get seated one spot north of the room's Mason-Dixon line. Not a single vacant handicapped space parking lot. A small family, in the act of taking a selfie, accidentally fooled a performer into posing for a picture oriented 180 degrees the opposite direction. No. Booze. Anywhere in the building. Dolly Parton, wtf is wrong with you?? People unable to clap on the beat, and I don't mean some minor rushing or delays. Nowhere close to the appropriate BPM. Not a big deal, if you don't look inbred and/or you're drunk. But please see the previous paragraph. We've gotta send whoever covered those Trump rallies here to do a piece. This is so ripe! Hell, I might write up a small bit myself, later this summer.
Seems pretty normal compared to some of things that just went down here at Dolly Parton's Dixie Stampede, in Pigeon Forge. Let me know when you see one of those man-rompers in the wild though, I think you have the better shot.