These bloody southerners...

I went to this salon last weekend - its not a fantastic one in any sense, but quite capable and walking distance from my house.
So I go there, and when I enter, I'm greeted by a tall woman with weird doll eyes. I do a double take and realize to my amusement that she's wearing sky blue contacts.
So anyway, even though I arrived at my appointed time, they have taken another girl in, so I'm asked to wait. OK, fine, so I wait. While I wait, I can't help listening to a hilarious convo between the blue eyed giantess (who owns the salon) and another distinguished lady whose hair is being cut by blue eyes.
Convo starts like this:

distinguished lady - here, what happened to that boy from matara who used to work here darling?

blue eyed giantess - he left ane. without prior notice too.

d.l - tsk tsk... well ane, what can you expect? hes from matara ne.. you can never trust a southerner, I always say

b.e.g - ya ya men. you know what they say - Matarin eha balalek wath genna epalu ne.

d.l - no no darling - Bentara gagin eha.

b.e.g - same thing no men? all bloody swindlers these southerners.

d.l - ya ya. they know how to sweet talk and get their work done.

b.e.g - hmm but you know men, they're not educated neda? ignorant lot them.

Note : this 'educated' giantess has perched a big bronze laughing buddha statue at the counter on a tray overflowing with one rupee coins. If not for the insult to a great spiritual teacher by covering his statue with money in hope that it will bring more customers to her salon, this height of ignorance would actually be side splitting.

At this point I consider interrpting this lovely heartfelt exchange and informing them that I have one foot firmly planted in the deep south - my mother being a full blooded 'bloody southerner'.

It's then that the guy sitting next to me clears his throat.
'Ahem... actually ma'am, I am from the south too - from Ambalangoda.' He says. 'The general's home town' he adds helpfully.

An uncomfortable silence ensues - broken only by a stifled gigle from yours truly.

'Oh' says the d.l a mite disdainfully.

'Oh yes' says the guy. 'Actually I know his family too - look I have his number also'

At which point d.l hastily gets up and explains to the b.e.g that she has to pick up her son from swimming and has to leave ASAP.

Hah!

But seriously. Sheesh. What's with these people anyway? I know people from the south, west, east and north - and some people are good and others are not so good. People are just people. How can you generalize that people from a certain part of the country are like so? Why do some people always think that they are better than other people?
Pathetic.