A young man from up North was driving thru a rather lonely stretch of the South when he had car trouble. He flagged down a car and they called a tow truck that towed him and his car to the nearest town, which was nothing more than a bar and a guy with a shop in his garage. While he was waiting for his car to be fixed, he went into the local bar. As soon as he stepped into the bar, the whole place went quiet and every face in the place turned toward him with less than friendly expressions. The bartender spit at his feet and asked what he wanted to drink.
“I’ll have a white wine spritzer” he said.
The bartender slammed down a beer in a dirty glass, and said, “Yer not from around here, are you, boy?”
“No”, he said, “I’m from Milwaukee.”
The bartender said, ” “And what do you do in this here Milwaukee place?”
The man said, “I’m a taxidermist.”
With a sneer, the bartender said, “And what does a ‘tax-ee-der-meest’ do in this here Milwaukee place, boy?”
He said, “Well, I mount dead animals.”
With a big smile, the bartender slaps the bar and shouts, “It’s OK, boys. He’s one of us”