Starbucks barista: “Hi, what can I get for you?”
Me: *places order*
Barista: Where are you from?
Barista: Oh that makes sense. Your accent sounds like my husband’s and he’s from Montana.
Me: Oh, that’s cool.
This exact conversation happened 3 times (YES 3!) before the barista remembered my face and that I was from Ohio. As you can see above, I will now be referred to as Ohio when ordering from that particular barista (who’s name I can’t remember, so we will refer to her as Montana husband). You guys should’ve seen the looks on people’s faces when they called out my drink order and “Ohio”….as in there is no way someone named that girl Ohio.
Question for everyone – do people consider Montana to be the Midwest? Because if so, that is news to me.
Secondly, “where are you from?” is the question I get asked the most out here. It happens anywhere from 1-3 times a week, and I have been asked by EVERYONE, and I mean everyone. The lady behind me in the airport, the guy that held the door open for me leaving the doctor, the woman who did my nails, my new hairstylist, the front desk attendants at the gym, any person I order any food/beverage from, etc.
It appears I say my A’s weird. And my co-worker Ryan doesn’t want to let me forget it, as he makes fun of my accent weekly. (Thanks Ryan!)
Tell me, do Midwesterners have accents? I’m definitely a bit self conscious of mine now, as it came out full swing when I said tacos a few weeks ago. Oh well!
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