I'm sitting in Mazzio's, waiting for my order to get made so I can go home and satisfy my craving for a
calzone
and
ranch dressing
and I hear from my wife who is sitting next to me, "He's a yankee, that's what's wrong with him."
Apparently, she had been watching a couple of guys that came in and were acting
quite
strange

. She said, "How is it that I can pick them out so easily? It's like they walk in and I hear 'ERrr, Yankee Alert! Yankee Alert!'"
She cracks me up. You gotta admit though, if you're from the south, you can tell when someone else isn't. It's probably the same for those
northerners
, but we wouldn't know cause they're weird.
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