Small town blues

I went home last weekend to visit my family. On the way there, a billboard with a pretty girl on it read:

I need a husband!

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On the bus on the way home, I (and about 50 other passengers) witnessed this very loud exchange between an older black woman (which i totally would not point out if it wasn't relevant) and a white woman with very few teeth (not that there's anything wrong with that):

black woman: are you from gloversville?

white woman: yes

bw: what about fonda?

ww: i said i was from gloversville.

bw: do you know melissa thompson?

ww: i just saw her not too long ago.

bw: she won't let me see my grandson.

ww: um, maybe we're talking about two different melissa thompsons.

bw: i can't go up to fonda and see him myself because the kkk will get me.

ww: *silence*

bw: if i see her i'm gonna kill her.

ww: *silence*

bw: if you see a beautiful little biracial boy named darian thomas grey, he's my grandson.

ww: *silence*

bw: you tell him you saw me!

ww: okay.

I couldn't make this stuff up, people.