I heart WY
Try to strike up a conversation and feel like an ass. let the good times roll.
the dry walk up, head tilt and awkward pointing gesture:
"I dig the I Heart Wyoming t-shirt, where did you find it?"
the condesending look:
"Its not WY for wyoming."
quite confused, the thought never even entered my mind:
"oh...um."
lay on the sarcasm:
"Do you know what part of the world you are in?"
very very hesitantly, maybe i'm even more confused than i realized:
"um...yes?"
you'll need a knife to cut this:
"The UK...England...and this is Leeds...West Yorkshire."
big gulps huh? welp seeya later:
"hmm...i see"
i had thought the shirt was quite clever too. never mind.
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dear ham,
i know nothing about world politics either. some people try to make me believe that, as a poet, i have a responsibility to be aware of happenings in the world community. i'm not convinced.
hope leeds is grand--had i seen the same t-shirt, i would have told its wearer that a couple of my friends spent their summer in wyoming. a testament to our island-ish isolation? i'd say so.
love,
katie
The battle against Canada and the U.S.A. is raging here in Spain. Today Steve and I were talking to some spanish friends from school and they said, and I quote "Canada only wishes it was the U.S., it's a big shit" Apperantly my old method of telling people I'm from Canada is becoming out-dated. So far my favorite Canada jab has been:
Steve: "When I think about America... I think of..."
Sasha: "Uh, when America doesn't think of Canada... ever..."
I imagine you get a lot of attention based on the American accent.. and, you know, your tendancy to see wyoming where wyoming is not. I see Ross McMann everywhere I go. It's not really him.. but wouldn't it be great if it were?
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