champagne said:
bag or sack for groceries?
We moved to Missouri from Vermont where we put our groceries in a bag either plastic or paper. When I first shopped here in Missouri and the cashier asked if I wanted a sack I was like no, a bag would do fine and she gave me the funniest look! It wasn't until shopped a few times that I realized what they meant.
O-M-G! That brings back an awful - but restrospectively funny - memory! After we'd moved to Tennessee, I went to work at WalMart for awhile. There was one family who came every-single-night . . . they never, ever bathed, brushed their teeth, you get the idea. Grandpa, Grandma, Ma, three teenaged sons and a five year old girl . . . weren't no forks in that family tree neither! OHHHH! How they smelled. Especially Grandpa.
So, one night Grandpa staggers up to my register (he drank some kind of really cheap, vile smelling beer), leers at me, and says, "Gimmeapoke."
I looked at him and stepped back. Holding my breath I said, "Pardon me?"
"A poke, a POKE. I wantchatagimmeapoke!"
I know I had a panicked expression on my face at this point. All I could think of was I was NOT going to touch this man - not even with someone else's proverbial ten foot pole!
There was a line behind him now. A couple of people could hear what was going on and were grinning. And fanning . . . fanning that fragrance right in my face. My eyes were starting to water.
"A poke?" I asked.
"Yerrupp!" Grandpa answered with a vile belch, "a poke - I need me a poke, yaknow, a poke . . . like whatchu put thengs in - a brown paper poke!"
I don't know when I've ever been more relieved . . . and I'll never, ever forget that in the South, a poke just might be a bag . . . or a sack . . .