( 11:10 PM ) teahouse
A Touch of Home
Today I was at a drugstore in my neighborhood buying shampoo.
The salesgirl was extremely perky and friendly. When I checked out, she started making conversation with me.
She had a very unusual accent. I had a hunch, and asked her where she was from.
Turned out she was from my home state!
"I knew it!" I exclaimed. "I can always tell when people are from where I'm from!"
I'm from a particular part of the Deep South. It's always fun to run into people from there up here in New York City.
The last time I ran into someone from my home state, I was on a flight from DC to New York, and the flight attendant turned out to be not only from my state, but also from my hometown. Plus, we went to the same high school!
He was so thrilled he gave me 2 extra bags of peanuts and unlimited drinks for the duration of the flight.
So yes, it pays to be from my state, and to have that accent.
I like to tell people that our state flower is the Teahouse Blossom!
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