One of the guys I work with just walked by and said something to the effect of:
“We don’t have those in Texas. Oh yeah, but you’re not from Texas.”
It took me all of .005 seconds to correct him. Resoundingly.
To which he replied:
“I thought you were from New York (four syllables).”
“No. I’m from Dallas.”
“Well, I guess we’ll count you as a Texan. It’s still kinda The North.”
Hmph. I blame my Yankee mother.