What do you mean, "No Straws."

I knew I was headed into the country when I passed Butcher Road.  The mines lining the highway were my next clue.  But I really knew I was in Union County when I pulled up to the window at McDonald's only to be greeted with, get ready, it deserves a line of its own...

We ain't got no straws.  We done (or is that dun?) run out. 

Though I wanted to respond with "What do you mean you ain't got no straws?  You've got to be kidding!", I politely held my laughter and hightailed it back to Knox County as fast as the ol' Camry would take me.  First stop: Smoothie King.  Ah civilization.  

Too bad I wasn't driving Big Blue today.  I would have fit right in.