O Those Louisiana Men

So I was in the metropolis of Pineville today. I was on a two-bit road on my way to a school and there was a train blocking the tracks. No big deal, I'm early for my meeting anyway. So I'm sitting in my truck minding my own business, when the guy in front of me gets out of his Ford. He's a middle aged man, hasn't missed too many meals in his life, and has on jeans, a long-sleeved flannel shirt and a beat up cap. I kid you not, he gets out of his car, looks at me, rummages in the back of his truck, pulls out a miller light and gets back in his truck. I'm thinking, he's not going to open it. I'm not from these parts, but I'm pretty sure open container laws are popular throughout the U.S. Nope, he totally opens it. Then a few minutes later pulls out his can of Skoal. Let me just tell you there's nothing more attractive than a middle-aged lawbreaker with a mouth full of chew.