Several years ago my sister, So, and my nephew, Ryan, were living in Texas. We dicided to go to Kentucky to visit our mother, Bunny. Ryan was about 5 years old and we plopped him down in the back seat of my silver Hyundai Excel and took off. We drove east on I-10. Somewhere in Louisianna we missed our northbound turn toward Mississippi. We were practically on the other side of Louisianna when we realized, so we turned around and headed back and eventually found our turn. As we drove past the rest stop/welcoming center So stuck her head out the window and yelled 'WE MISSED OUR TURN!!!!!' This was one of the funniest things we had ever experienced. We wanted everyone there to share in our excitement! Ryan slumped down in the back seat, totally embarassed. We continued north, trying our best to embarass the little guy at every turn. We decided we would stop and spend the night in Jackson, MS. We checked into a motel and set off to find a place to have dinner.
We decided Picadilly Cafeteria was as good a place as any to eat, and we could eat better food than any of the fast food places that had nourished us so far. As we entered we saw there was a very long line. For any of you who have never been to a Southern cafeteria, you take a tray and slide it down the line, telling each server what food items you want. They either hand you the item or place it on a large plate. So anyway, the line was long and there was a young couple in front of us. Apparently they decided not to wait for their delicious grub and quickly turned around, almost running into us. The woman exclaimed. 'Excuse me, place.' Please is pronounced 'place' by some in those parts. We moved aside and they left. I turned to So and said 'They must be from the Excuse Me Place.' She and I died laughing, holding onto each other. Ryan tried desperately to disappear.
From that time on The Excuse Me Place holds a special place in our hearts. And 'please' has been replaced with 'place' in our lexicon. When wanting more information we say 'Place advise, Creeper'. Or 'Place to tell me that is not correct.' You get the picture. I hope.
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Of course that is a trip I will never forget. Note to self, I must see if Ryan remembers any of it, if not I will most certaintly fill him in on his embarassment n'all. So and I do use the term "place" in ways that others will look at us and say, like my daughter Steph says "Ooookay". She does not know what to think of her mother nor her uncle. I do embarass her at times too, but am careful as she is 13 and very sensitive. What fun! So forgot to mention going thru Sulfur, LA (I think that was the name of the town, it certainly smelled like it). It was AWFUL!! We rolled up the windows quickly but the smell seeped into every hole and pocket in the ole Kia. I'm sure we were referring to "place to excuse Sulfer". Fond memories that I will cherish forever.
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