I’d like to think that the part of town in which I live, Mt. Washington, isn’t hillbilly. But then I’m confronted with the harsh reality: a guy on a riding mower at the Wendy’s drive-thru.
I don’t think he understands the concept of “grass-fed beef.”
Maybe he’s trying to “cut” his caloric intake.
He’s been waiting for his order for a few minutes, but it won’t be “lawn” now.
He wants “mower” ketchup packets for his fries.
Pimp-my-ride on the Mount.