dixie's

ah, i forgot/didn't have time to tell yall about my trip to dixie's.
in my first post i commented on how the very large woman at the register is much like a soup nazi.
unfortunately this time around, i was a victim of that personality.

we get up to order after maybe 15 minutes of waiting only to find out that they're out of pork and they're out of beef.
alls they gots left is chicken.
fuck.
but then as they're getting to my grandpa's order, the little old woman who looks like she might be that large woman's mom says the brisket is up.
so i go, "hey, could i get some of that?"
sure, the guy says.
so he slaps a hotdog into a bun and slops the brisket on top.
this confuses me.
because the only thing i saw on the menu with brisket was the beef brisket sandwich which in no way involves a hotdog.
so i figure it's the "520 special" which does have a hotdog.
so i tell the large lady that i got a "520 special" and a "405 north" which is what joan got--the chicken and a hotdog. i was paying for her.

but the woman goes, "no, that isn't a 520 special."
so the guy who dished it out helps me out and goes, "it's a 'dixie special'",
which i didn't even see on the menu.
so i tell the 400-pounder, "ok, sorry. it's a 'dixie special' and a '405 north'".
apparently she didn't like my confusion and she just stared at me.
she stared for upwards of 15 seconds.
it was enough time for me to turn to joan and whisper,
"what's going on, i don't get it"
then she finally repeats to me what i got and a total.
phew. made it out without too much trauma.
make sure you know what you want when you go.
but it's totally worth it once you get your food and go out and eat and meet the man.
his mississipi accent is very inviting and friendly.
he's like a black boomhower.
everyone's "babygirl" or "daddio".
i doubt he's ever had a displeased customer.
even when sometimes the line wraps around the building.