I suppose this should be in "Humour", but that reminds me...
When I first moved to the South, it took me a long time to become enculturated and understand a different way of thinking and looking at the world. After expressing my frustration to a neighbor, he told me a story that took me a long time to think about, but explained it perfectly;
Harry was driving his old pick-up down the remote lane that eventually led to town when he spied a friend walking with his big sow, occasionally prodding it with a stick. It was a hot dusty day. Harry pulled up alongside and yelled over; "Hey John-" "Well, hey! Harry. Howyudoo'n." "I'm just on my way into town. Why don't you put that pig in back here?! At the rate you're goin, ya'll be all day gettin there." To which John replies, "Well hell- what's time to a pig...?"