Waiting for a train out of the city, and the girl sitting next to me asks me a question. We’ve bantered a bit about the high price of earbuds, so obviously we’re BFFL by now. I tell her I’m waiting to go home to Virginia, so I honestly don’t know. Quoth girl: “Oh, you’re from Virginia! I’m from Texas. I should have known; you’re so nice!”
I’m starting to think Southerners in the city have a radar.