Thought Iād share some local culture. For the those who donāt know, I live in what we Americans call āthe southā, basically the southeastern corner of the U.S.A. Traditionally itās known as a bastion of backwardness and glorious incompatiblitly with sophistication. Iām in Arkansas, not Florida, but google āFlorida Manā for sampling of what Iām talking about. Itās a stereotype, and not always very accurate, but then you find shit like this.
This is a picture of the back of my local small town pharmacy.
Thatās fishing lures, my friends. Thereās three walls of it, and several freestanding displays. Thereās 3-4 times as much fishing stuff as the local Wal-Mart carries.
In a little town, in the middle of nowhere, at the back of a teeny tiny pharmacy with no advertising to let you know itās even there.
Today I live the redneck trope.
'Murica!
Glorious 'Murica.