Having exported myself from the deep South to Yankee land, “Y’all have a good one!” never fails to brighten the day of someone working a cash register.

In general, folks up here really like southern politeness. They think sugar wouldn’t melt in my mouth. I get stopped in stores to talk all the time. Pretty frequently, they just give me a discount. I thought Yankees were supposed to be rude, but they’re actually really nice in public.