Xmas vacay text from the Deep South.

I was at a bar near my uncle's with him and my mom when I get a text from my one (white) colleague from Mississippi, who had been home to visit his mother:

In a bar in Huntsville, AL you'd dig.  They still smoke here.  The menu board says 'Piece of Ass 5.00.'

When we texted back and forth, he joked that they might be advertising rump roast, and I joked that he should tell the bartender that she looks like she's worth at least twenty dollars.

More recently, I was thinking that after you pay the bartender five dollar, she should turn around and rip a big nasty fart in your face.

Honestly, that would serve you right, with your masculine privilege and sense of access to women's bodies, even in jest!