Some waitress when I was in the army gave me sparkling water and I had no fucking clue what it was, either. It also tasted like garbage and I could not drink it. I believe Vance’s story; when you grow up in hick areas with no culture, you don’t see much and only know what you read about.

PMC libs don’t realize it but they have the same problem — they don’t buy any story that does not reflect their also-very-limited PMC upbringing.