Years ago I was driving from Little Rock down to Baton Rouge; hotter than the hinges on the gates of h*ll, and I picked a hole in the wall convenience store 30 miles from bum^%$# to grab something to drink. I think I was just across the river from Natchez, MS. Anyway, I walked into this place and there were 3 or 4 guys sitting at a counter drinking beer and I nodded my head and walked to the back to grab a couple of Gatoraids. By the time I came back upfront they were standing by the door wanting to discuss my presence in THEIR place. They obviously had been there a few hours and none were brave enough without the others to start something. I apologized for darkening THEIR door, offered to buy them a round and skidaddled out of there. Trust me... I have had the same thing happen in Philly, Baltimore, upstate NY, low country SC, and anywhere in between. A holes are A holes... It's what they do. I don't think geography plays any part...