You know you're an Okie when...
You order pizza from the "Superette",
drive down a gravel road through the cow pasture,
wait for three cows to move so you can cross the cattle guard,
drive two miles to town to get the pizza,
endure some good-natured teasing from a friend
who comments that your new truck is "too clean",
and return home to find a note from your son on the kitchen counter-
"Gone to the chicken auction",
and you don't even wonder.