Last time my wife and I drove to FL we stopped at a roadside stand to try some boiled peanuts. We got a bag, I tossed them out the window a mile down the road. The only reason I didn't toss them sooner was I didn't want to upset the vendor, he was a little scary.
We stopped at this guys stand, which was a shanty shack with a couple of walls and a fire and kettle in the middle of it. You had to be there but when we stopped, my wifes conversation with the peanut man went something like this.
wife: Are those boiled peanuts? (pointing at a plastic ziplock bag hanging on the wall).
peanut guy: Nope, ya caint hang bulled peanuts, at's jist a pitchure.
guy: (in a loud and forceful voice) Ya caint hang bulled peanuts from a wall, thats jist stoopid, You fokes aint from around hair are ya?