...Imagine the biggest hillbilly you've ever met and multiply it by twelve. His grammar made it sound like he hadn't made it past a third grade education. Lots of "I knows" and "she be's." It was like talking to a redneck JarJar Binks.
Finally I asked, "Sir, would you like to speak to my supervisor?" This was mostly to get him the hell off my line.
His response was priceless: "No, no, I know there be's a woman up there, and she ain't be's good for nothin' but eatin'!"
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