With all my food shopping done after hitting up four places to get all I needed which I did not, I wanted to treat myself to lunch. Independent outdoor eateries were closed because it was Sunday. So I had to settle for Carl’s (Hardees to you folks east of the Rockies). I ordered a burger meal with a vanilla shake, and guess what? Not product for shakes. This past year I have failed more times than I have been successful in getting a milkshake with a meal. That is in driving over 7000 miles in America. I really wish I had kept a scorecard but I simply had no idea it would come to this.
Here I met Victoria, the cashier lady. When she apologized about having no ice cream I heard her southern accent.
“Where are you from?” I asked.
“Guess” she said.
“In the South is best I can do. I could listen to you talk all day long.”
With that she said “North Carolina.”
Women with a southern accent are captivating to me.