You Know You're Back in Georgia When You Hear Stories Like This

Last night I was hanging out with my new friend K. She told me that her mom, who lives in Woodstock, GA (I don't know where that is, I'm told it's north of here), recently experienced the following while at a Chinese restaurant in a food court.

Mom K was getting her General Tso's when the woman serving her wished her a happy New Year, telling her it was the year of the pig. The man behind her in line (who was shortly to reveal his true redneck status) got all worked up and said, "We don't celebrate that shit here. This year is the year of the eagle and the flag. Go back to China." His wife laughed a little nervously, "oh, Ted!", K's mom berated him for being an idiot, and then he went right on and ordered his food, totally unaware of the irony.

I guess it is the year of the pig. Unfortunately, it's not this kind:



It's this kind:



This is the kind of person all my friends in Spain think that this entire country is composed of.