Having exported myself from the deep South to Yankee land, “Y’all have a good one!” never fails to brighten the day of someone working a cash register.
In general, folks up here really like southern politeness. They think sugar wouldn’t melt in my mouth. I get stopped in stores to talk all the time. Pretty frequently, they just give me a discount. I thought Yankees were supposed to be rude, but they’re actually really nice in public.
I can’t stand the Florentine, I think it looks silly.
Also, kilts. I mean, I get the comfort and utility; but, I’m not a fan. Each to their own, have had great conversations with kilt wearers. I like my jeans and leather pants. Occasionally wear my ass-less chaps.