The United States might be famous for their rednecks but I never imagined to have a run-in with one.

I'd always thought of them as comical characters like the bucktoothed Cletus on The Simpsons. But when a man who looked like Cletus' cousin came out me while foaming at the mouth with anger, I didn't find it funny at all.

Tim and I were driving from our hotel in a small town in Everglades City, Florida to find the raved-about restaurant Joanie's Blue Crab Cafe when we drove up to four men slowly crossing the road. As we edged up, they made no effort to hurry up and we had to stop our car in the middle of the road.

We promptly forgot about them and stopped at the nearest convenience store to find an ATM. It had an 'out of order' sign on it and as I turned around a man with a gingery mullet and 'sawn off' denim shorts asked me if I spoke English. When I said yes he launched into his angry tirade.

"Well you tell your (beeping) boyfriend or husband or whatever the hell he is that in this country when there's people crossing the (beeping) road, we (beeping) stop for them."

He went on and on and I got madder and madder. For a start, Tim was sitting right outside the store and Mr Redneck could have spoken to him about it - man to man. And secondly, they were in the wrong! They were lucky we saw them and didn't turn them into roadkill.

As I left I said to him: "It was really nice to meet you," and he started at me again. I was tempted to say: "Calm down, Cletus" but thought better of it and left the convenience store, wondering if he carried a gun.

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