I don’t really consider myself to be much of a “Southerner.” I certainly wasn’t born here, I refuse to use the typical Southern terms like ain’t or y’all (and I put the apostrophe in the right place, instead of writing ya’ll), and I think sweet tea is directly related to the diabetes epidemic.
It’s a wonder they even let me stay.
And I used to think that after more than twenty years, nothing could surprise me. I can see things like THIS…
…with nothing more than a fleeting feeling of amusement. But then some so offensive to the universe had to happen that it shook my very definitions of all things holy:
Yes, escargots in a can. From Walmart. It’s okay, go throw up. I’ll wait.
Better now? No? Me neither. Yes, this is a can of packaged snails. The thinking is you get home, put away the toilet paper and fabric softener, then sit down to a yummy $9 dinner of canned snails. After shoving the little fuckers back in their shells.
The really weird thing is…no, there are lots of really weird things about this.
First, those same shells are available in the arts and crafts department of that same store for that same price. It’s like they should be giving you a discount for taking the snails off their hands. Also, I’m Southern enough to know what a shell-less snail is. It’s a slug. They just sold you a can of slugs, and no, you weren’t over in the sporting goods department buying bait.
People, for the hundredth time, this is why the rest of the country laughs at you.
2 thoughts on “This really happened and I’ll never be the same. ”
Been A southerner all my life. We don’t eat snails!! Or slugs!! or other garden pests! That was some Yankee stuff that fell off a truck!
And pulled pork doesn’t come from a can down here either! It comes from one of the 28 ‘cue joints we have in town.
Canned snails? Blasphemy! Any Southerner worth his salt knows that snails are much better pickled. Dayum, y’all.