A small anecdote about Life in the South.
A friend of mine here was dating a local boy this past fall. One evening, as they walked along a relatively quiet downtown street, they stopped to kiss.
A large white van drove by and the people inside of it made a loud noise clapping their hands together sharply: "Smack! smack! smack!" The people in the van stared straight ahead but continued to rap their disapproving palms together, jolting my friend and her local boy out of their embrace.
My friend asked the local boy what on earth had happened.
"Oh, they're probably just ______ Baptists," he replied. (She couldn't remember what kind of Baptists he said they were).
Welcome to the South. Where your romantic moments might once in a while be disrupted by Clapping Baptists.
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