I was standing in line during my morning Bojangles run today when this 60-something woman ran up to the cashier and asked in the thickest southern accent, "Honey, ask Jessie what they call the color of her car."
"Mango Tango!" Jessie hollered from back in biscuit central.
I grabbed my bacon, egg, cheese, and tea and followed the woman back out to her group of friends in the dining room. There are about 15 of these retirees that take over half of Bojangles every morning. Coffees and newspapers are spread around the tables all pulled together. They've got it made. I hope to join them eventually. They were apparently waiting for the color of this car. She announced, "It's MANGO TANGO!"
Before I headed out I heard her best explanation of the color. It couldn't have be more wrong: "It must be a mix of mandarin orange and tangos."
1 comment:
hahahaha....better consider this: not gonna hear this kind of thing in Asheville!
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