Small town Americana

Not quite as unsavory as a delicatessin selling live bait. That's Pennsylvania.

A friend recounted a curious small-town shop experience when on a holiday in the country.

He was able to buy ammunition without question, to replace that he'd been invited to expend on his host's private range, but not a few bottles of beer, in the same shop!

Yet he was a foreigner, in a rural town that probably sees few outsiders, even fellow Americans.


(The snag was that he could not prove his age for buying the beer. He had left his passport with his hosts, and the cashier could not understand how the UK Driving Licence carries your Date of Birth, not openly but slightly hidden within its serial number. Rifle rounds though... no problem!)

Can't say that I've ever seen a store selling guns AND precious metals before.

I have, however, seen a store which sold guns AND bought precious metals...

I live in a small ass town I found pig ass BBQ sauce. I never seen it in any other town

Only in 'merica!