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Serenade of the Beverly Hillbillies Song

I moved to a suburb of Chicago straight from Florida. Florida, as you may know, is in the Southern United States. Since I had moved to Florida from Mississippi, also in the Southern United States, I still had my strong Southern accent. I must have sounded like a hick, because here's what happened that fateful night:

I went to a local bar & grill to eat supper. I sat at the bar because I've found that you meet the most interesting people there. Soon after I had placed my order, a very handsome man came to the bar and ordered a drink. Oooooh, was he handsome! I was completely oblivious to anyone else in the place. The gentleman and I struck up a conversation and I was enjoying it quite a bit when, well, you know how it is with women, I had to visit the ladies' room. I excused myself and headed for the back. Not far from where we were sitting at the bar was a table full of young women enjoying their meal. They looked perfectly normal to me, but as I walked by they exhibited one of the strangest behaviours I have ever seen in humans: They started to sing. Loudly. Right there, in the restaurant! ALL of them! To ME! "Come 'n listen to a story 'bout a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed..." Obviously these young women were completely psycho. Of course I understood - they were poking fun at my accent. I was humiliated and embarassed but I kept walking, my face flaming red to match my hair. When I had gone by they broke off the song and burst into maniacal laughter! I envisioned the manager hastening to their table and ejecting them from the restaurant forthwith, but no such luck. They were still there when I came out. At their burst of giggles, I simply stuck my nose in the air, sat down and resumed my conversation. The gentleman had a good chuckle over it, at my expense, which made me decide he might be handsome but he wasn't a very nice person. Fortunately the gentleman left, the young women left, and I was able to enjoy my excellent supper in peace.
Bizarre, no?