Shit they might not even invite you in but just deliver it to you. I was walking around Montgomery, Alabama with a couple of my Marine Corps buddies (we were stationed just over the state line in Pensacola, Florida. Some good ol'boys in a rusty old pick up truck pull up and look us over, we figure they're about to start shit because we're a mixed race company and they are white rednecks, but they look us over. "Y'all Army?" "Fuck no, we're Marines." "Fuckin' A. You boys gonna be walking along this road a bit longer?" "....Yeah?" "Good, we'll be back in a bit, punch it Bubba!" and off they drove. We were very confused and paranoid they were about to bring out the local klan or some shit (We were all West Coast and Far West types with little experience in The South) they come back about 15 minutes later with a couple thirty racks and a bottle of whiskey "I'da brought y'all some chicken and shine from up at the house, but I figure you wouldn't want to get busted with the shine, and I dunno if ma ol'lady made enough chicken for a dozen hearty fellers like y'all, so un's'll jess haf to settle for beer" We shook hands with him and Bubba, they revealed they had family in the Corps for 'Nam, and off they went into the sunset as we hoofed it back to the hotel room we were crashing in, 1/3 of our saturday night beer run comped via Southern Hospitality.