Dallas. Its what happens when you shower millions upon a bunch of white trash.
Ok, I swear I'm not trying to hijack this thread. We also DVR'd the Pony Express and I'm dying to watch it this weekend.
That being said, this statement above was just too close to home. This last Friday, we went to one of my favorite restaurants in Manhattan; one of the few places we eat at that is genuinely jacket-required.
We get there for our 8 oclock reservation all whored up. I'm in my nice new suit with fancy pants and fancy pants sweater and feeling good about pretending to be upper crust for the evening.
Sitting across from us is a table of 4 - two couples in their 70s. One of the men is wearing what appears to be a pajama top. He's a large man in what could be any long sleeve t-shirt from Goodwill (the only thing more disgusting than the poor is brown people). His wife is wearing, I shit you not, an Elmer Fudd hunting cap. They are loud. They are obnoxious. They clearly have a shit-ton of money, but no idea what to spend it on (she ordered, and complained about, the chicken; you heard me, went to a world class French restaurant and ordered the fucking
chicken.)
After an hour of putting up with them sticking out like a sore thumb, the other husband announces "well, Ah can tell ya THEE-is, we'da NEVR gotten service lahk THEE-is bayack in DALLS."
Fucking Dallas.