Flyover
The other night I was walking down Connecticut Avenue NW (in the Van Ness area) wearing a t-shirt emblazoned with the Arkansas Razorbacks logo. The shirt is a gift from my cousin who attended Arkansas. (Yes, there are Asian people in Arkansas. There's a whole other blog entry there. I'll work on that soon enough.)
As I made my way back to the Metro after finishing my errands, I passed a group, obviously tourists, one of whom exclaimed (in a mildly southern accent), "Woo hoo! Go Arkansas!" I had forgotten what I was wearing at the time, so I didn't have time to respond to his reaction to my chest.
Strangely enough, the book I happened to be holding in my hand at the time was What's the Matter with Kansas?. I wonder how a Kansan would respond to seeing that book in my hand? Somehow, I figure "Woo hoo! Kansas!" wouldn't be their first exclamation.
Flyover states scare me, if for no other reason than their bright, bright redness.
3 comments:
Tell me about it, I don't consider myself from Missouri, I consider myself from St. Louis. While it is technically in the state, after the election it was a lonely blue dot in a state of red.
By the way- I think you should be glad they didn't make some sort of pig calling noise at you. Thats the way razorback fans greet one another I think.
Ditto Katie's comment.
Ooops.
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