North v. South Misunderstanding
So picture two friends walking around a small town in New York, ruefully noting all of the shuttered storefronts and general seediness of what was previously a lively, if downscale, main street. Having grown up there, and returned periodically to visit family, they had seen various businesses come and go, and so began naming the enterprises that had operated in particular locations - craft stores, jewelry stores, pizza parlors, a Woolworth's. The Southerner pointed to an empty building and the Northerner said, "That was a porn shop!"
"No," corrected the Southerner, "It was a hock shop."
"It was a porn shop, I remember distinctly," said the damn Yankee, confidently.
"It was a hock shop, a place where you could take your belongings and get cash for them," the Southerner replied forcefully, straining to remain gentile. Having grown up in New York, Southern politeness was not exactly second nature.
"Right, a PORN shop, P-A-W-N, porn!" shouted the North, triumphant again.
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