
So, I pull up next to them, roll down the window and asked if they were closed. The Clint Howard look alike says in the deepest southern-redneck drawl you can imagine, "Yelp, close 8:00." Up north, that's "Yes, we close at 8:00." (It was just past 8:00 at the time." So we asked if there was any other car washes in the area. The same guy says, "Not like this'en thayer ain't." It was all I can do to keep from laughing. I said, "that's ok, are there any other car washes in the area?" He says "Yep." So I asked, "Can you tell me where?" He says, "They're all over the place." (You have to imagine the extreme southern slur... kind of like the Earnest T. Bass on Andy Griffith.) I said, "I'm not from around here, can you help me out by telling me where one might be? He responds, "Ah don't know whay're yer a headin so ah cain't tell ya." I'd had enough. I said, "Never mind, and drove off." My wife and I were just cracking up. These guys were the only stereo-type red-necks we had run into on this trip, but man, did they ever take the cake!
The really stupid part is, that when we found out where a car wash was at, turns out that from where we were sitting in the parking lot talking to Bubba and company, if we had done a zig-zag out of the parking lot, turning left and then right, and driven half a mile, that road would have dropped us right in front of a nice automated car wash. But these yokels could not tell us that, and we drove miles out of our way to get gas and then back track right back there. I swear I heard banjos playing! lol
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