Deep south

Moanalogue:

My mother always had a big problem with racists. No, no, don't get me wrong, she didn't have a problem with being racist, just that most racists were bad tippers. She was the only waitress in the only diner in our backwater hole of a town and often times it was rough gettin by. The busiest nights, those after the klan meetings out at Jennings field, were also her least compensated. It's like just because God gave these men racial superiority they deserved an extra helping everything for free. Well, a man's got be fed to do his business, so she'd feed 'em like it was charity. And she'd try to be nice to them, she had lost her first husband, my father, and she was always on the look out for a new one. It's hard livin when you are under-appreciated for the work you do, and they more than anyone shoulda know that! But these klansmen were just plain mean. Who woulda guessed it?