Only one of the shops was open on the seedy side of Columbus, GA last Sunday morning. Honestly, I couldn’t believe any were open, during church hours, in the heart of the bible belt. But, there it was, like a dirty little oasis, flaunting it’s torrid TOYS sign, for all of the glory seekers to see.
I went in and an older black lady was watching the register. I introduced myself, like a southern gentlemen should, and asked her what she thought I should take pictures of in Columbus. She looked at me, as if to say, “Do you see a sign on the door that says “Visitor Center”, Mother Fucker?”
I then asked if I could take pictures of her. She laughed hard and said that she had a big African husband who wouldn’t like that. I did my best to assure her that he’d like the pictures just fine, maybe even love them! Sadly, she was unaffected by my passionate plea.
When I told her that my girlfriend was in the car, she was kind enough to offer us a private room for the bargain price of $12. I told her we’d consider the offer and we parted ways.