Once when I was
shopping Trader Joe's
in San Diego I noticed
the dark-haired check out girl
who was definitely not
Southern California.
"You don't look like
you're from here," I said
and smiled, and she said,
"Well then, where do
I look like I'm from?"
and I said, "Back east,"
and she said, "My family’s
from New Jersey."
When a guy at the other
check out asked,
"Do I?” I said, "No,
you look like you're from
back there too," and he said,
"Pennsylvania"
with great pride.
Then the girl asked,
"Where are you from?"
and I said, "What the
fuck do you care?"
And they both answered,
"New York."
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