country or no country

we were walking back to our apartment after spending the afternoon on magazine street, avoiding getting lobbed in the head with cabbages, carrots, onions, potatoes, and more beads from the st patrick's day parade. when we were passing through this new development that resembled the scary suburbs with the same 5 floor plans and 5 paint colors for houses, i overheard this young girl, in her late teens, telling one of her elders that she "ain't country." realizing the irony, they broke into stomach-aching laughter as soon as her sentence ended.