Upon pulling up to the drive thru window, I had this conversation...
Cashier: Here ya go. I'm trying to hurry because I really have to take a sh*t.
Me: *blink* *blink*
One doesn't *become* a Southern lady. You either are, or you are not. No amount of acclimation will make up for a lack of upbringing based on bare feet, good manners, and the mastery of "puddling" rather than sweating.