My brother, who resides in Terrell, Texas, was traveling in the northeast states, maybe Wisconsin or something of that ilk.
He stopped at a small store, went up to the counter and ordered a Coka Cola and a moon pie. The old man behind the counter looked at my brother and exclaimed "Your from Texas, aren't you?!"
My brother took great offense at this and harassed the old man with the following tirade:
"Just because I ask for a Coka Cola and a moon pie, you think I'm from Texas? I suppose that if I had come in here and asked for a burrito, I would be from Mexico! Or if I had asked for a pizza that I would have to be from Italy!? Just what is it about me coming in here and asking for a Coka Cola and a moon pie that makes you think that I am from Texas?!"
To which the old man replied "This is a hardware store."
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