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20 years ago when I lived in Mississippi doing part of my postgrad, we were driving back from Clarksdale, having been doing stuff with the Delta Blues Museum when it was still in the Carnegie Library, when Gunnar’s truck transmission broke near Calhoun City. Fortunately there was a gas stop which we could roll into. Parked up, went into the gas stop and phoned a friend back in Starkville to come out and pick us up in his ’63 Buick. Whilst we were waiting for him we had beers, steak cooked on the grill and talked to the locals who came in for beers, crawfish, burgers, maybe a steak or a soda (well that one was the sherriff). Most of the locals were good ‘ole boys. And the owner of the gas stop was a bloke called Sanjeev.
Ever seen a film called Mississippi Masala?
I reckon being surprised that a petrol station in somewhere probably not quite as rural as you seem to think it is and having Indian/ Pakistani/ Bangladeshi origin staff probably says something more about you than them.
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Wow !
I once met a white Geordie bloke in a village 10 miles outside Benin City, Nigeria I was genuinely surprised, it e
Was nothing to do with his work ethic though,he just liked shagging black women!