Night of the Living Rednecks

So, on the road to South Carolina, we stopped in North Carolina to eat at Applebees. My dad and I were trading Southern jokes, mainly just quoting Family Guy. Suddenly, a group of kids walkd in and I was amazed. They all had farmers pants, hick accents, John Deer hats, Nascar shirts, and, you guessed it, mullets. There was actually a girl who was somewhat decent, but I figured she was with her brother. Haha.

I walked to the restroom, and on the way back, I got the crappiest looks from everyone. Why? Well, all of them were inbred, Christian, church clothes rednecks. I was in my tight pants, TBS shirt, and long hair. That sounds common, but they looked at me like I was an alien. It was great.