Hick swine. How dare they sully my good clothes with their filth. If I'd known they were so keen on touching at these community events, I would've worn something more durable. Oh well, at least the music was decent.
Perhaps a yankee visiting the deep south for the first time. I was thinking of a dance or something, where they actually... y'know... danced :D But since the yankee believes him/herself to be better than these people, s/he hated the bodily contact.
...But you can't hate the music. I loves me some bluegrass.