I'm still getting used to living in Central Louisiana.
Over a week ago, I watched live crawfish being dumped into a plastic swimming pool full of salt water. Then, I got down into a tray of hot boiled crawfish and learned how to break them open and eat 'em. YUM!
Last week, I ate something at a restaurant (I'm still not sure exactly what it might have been) that made my neck swell up alarmingly, and my face get all red. I went to the pharmacy to ask the pharmacist what to do. He took one look at me and told me to take an antihistimine tablet. He came out from behind the counter to pick it out for me.
"Take one! Take one! Take one now! Take one RIGHT now!"
he said very loudly ...
So, before I had even paid for the package he handed me, I opened it up and swallowed a tablet while he watched me. Satisfied, this pharmacist, who didn't know my name, said,
"There you go, baby, that'll take care of it," and returned to his counter.
This is a place where folks call you "sweetie," "honey" and "baby" even though they don't know you.
And call me "Miss Lynn" when they do.
The swelling in my neck went down, most likely because I "took one RIGHT now!" like the pharmacist said.