I was talking to one of the guys who works at city hall. Discovered he was from Alabama.
Guy: I moved here when I was 14.
Me: That must have been a shock - to be a black person in Milwaukee and to be someplace so cold.
Guy: It WAS! I asked for a pop and they didn't know what I wanted!
[Which I thought was odd because I thought "pop" was a northern thing, but I don't curate his experience.]
Guy: The clerk asked if I meant a soda and I didn't know. I said I wanted Jungle Juice and she said, "Oh! You want juice! It's back there."
Me: It's different up here.
Guy: Plus where I'm from, we were real country. But it's different here. Everything is different.
Guy: Food. I think the greens are better down there - you know, because of the earth.
Me: If grapes can make wine taste different because of where they are grown, I don't see why mustard greens can't be the same. My friend came from Memphis to visit and she brought me a suitcase full of mustard greens.
Guy: I bet they were good.
Me: Hey. Do you know the expression "put your foot in it?"
Guy: Of course.
Me: I made some brownies for an IT guy at work when I lived in Memphis and he sent me an email that I had put my foot in them. I thought he was saying my brownies were bad.
Guy: No! It's a compliment!
Me: You're sure? I saw a Tyler Perry movie where Madea said something like that.
Guy: It's like when you make some mustard greens that are so good and your granny say, "Child! You put your FOOT in those doggone GREENS!" It means they are real good.