“You a Virginia Transplant?”

This week I’ve been working from home and starting to celebrate Thanksgiving in the Detroit area, where I got all growed up and lived until about five years ago. On Monday, I took my car to the Chevy dealership that I’ve always gone to here – they are so easy with information, totally trustworthy. I thought to myself, this place is a trillion times better than my dealership in NoVA.

That aside – on Tuesday after Pete (my “evil” SUV) was all fixed up, I picked it up in the early morning. The nice 55-ish year old man went to get my car where it had sat on the lot over night. Now, it’s November, so it’s cold up here and my car was covered in a thick frost, made up of just bit pilings of snow and some ice here and there. As I stood outside for about ten minutes and waited, the car finally drove up, windows all scraped and ready.

The nice man got out and said “you a Virginia transplant?,” obviously having seen my plates. I said no that I had lived there for five years but spent the rest of my life here in Detroit. He replied with “well, kid, maybe you forgot about our weather, but it’s November, you’re going to need to keep one of these in your car,” holding up a high quality snow brush and ice scraper combo. I laughed, said that I had not forgotten and in fact had a similar one under the back seat.

He replied, “well, you haven’t forgotten your roots then. Some of these southerners, they just don’t know what to do with themselves up here with this weather!”

I remember when I thought that DC was “the south,” and maybe even thought Virginia was the deep south at that. I don’t think that any longer but it was cute that a) he was calling me “kid” and giving me a kind reprimand had I, in fact, not been equipped with an ice scraper in Detroit in November, and b) he was showing his colors by thinking I lived in the south – surrounded by “southerners,” no less – with my Virginia plates.

3 Comments so far

  1. SJ (unregistered) on November 23rd, 2006 @ 2:43 pm

    Happy Thanksgiving Stacey…and yes, Virginia is the South. Just not in the part where we live. This coming from a proud Virginian.

    Go eat Turkey, get stuffed, pass out, wake back up for pie, watch the Lions get rolled by the Fins and then eat some more.

    See you on Monday. Love the SUV!!!!!!

  2. Don (unregistered) on November 23rd, 2006 @ 3:23 pm

    To some of us you ARE a kid :)

  3. Doug (unregistered) on November 24th, 2006 @ 10:35 am

    Reminds me of my stint in Yosemite when I was 18. A local, on hearing my “accent,” asked where I was from. “Wisconsin,” I replied. To which he said, “Oh, back east,” and seemed puzzled when this made me laugh and laugh.

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