So Jim Bob from Mobile wins himself a scholarship to Harvard, thereby becoming the first member of his family to go to school Up North since the War Between the States.
Being all excited about this, Jim Bob shows up very early on the day of his orientation, and finds himself with over an hour to kill, but he sees a flier about an exhibit at the Art Hall, so he stops a passerby and asks, "Excuse me, my name is Jim Bob, and I'm from Mobile. Could you please tell me where the art hall is at?"
Now, unfortunately for old Jim Bob, the random passerby whom he has stopped is both a grad student and, worse yet, an English major. Looking down his nose, the grad student declares in a strong Boston accent, "my dear fellow, here at Harvard University, we do not end our sentences with a preposition".
Blushing bright red, Jim Bob replies, "I am so sorry! Let me try again. Could you please tell me where the art hall is at, asshole?"