Funny thing has been happening lately. As I've mentioned already, we have recently relocated to the northern suburb of a city that's taking in many refugees from New Orleans. That's not the funny part.
The funny part (as in funny "strange," not funny "ha ha") is that lately, whenever I go out in public, I have people stopping me to ask if I'm from Louisiana (they say this with a sympathetic look, of course). The first time it happened was in a church we were visiting for the first time. I figured, well okay, maybe it's because they have several people here from New Orleans who are visiting, and they know I'm a stranger. Easy to see how someone could make that assumption.
Then it happened again, at a store. And two more times after that in other places. Now, I'm beginning to feel self-conscious. The only reason I can figure is this: I'm from Los Angeles. It is most likely obvious to anyone that (say this with a SOUTHERN accent) "You ain't from around here, are ya?" And, my coloring might lead one to suppose I could be Creole, which, yes, there are a lot of Creole folks from New Orleans, though I'm not.
I'm just hoping it's not the "I just relocated, I have no idea how to find the post office or grocery store, and I'm still up to my armpits in packing boxes" look I'm sporting these days. Or that I look desperate and destitute.
Guess it's just one of those things that make you go, "hmmmmm."
TJB
2 comments:
Well, considering how busy you've been lately, you probably do have that "desparate" look about you.
Yes, but what about the destitute part? Maybe it's time to buy new clothes that fit; since I've lost weight, I probably look like I'm wearing "hand-me-downs." :)
TJB
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