I was visiting with someone in our Manhattan office today. She acknowledged my noticeably absent New York accent, but proceeded by asking if I was a native New Yorker. [I cued a dumbfounded face.] “Ohh, yah?” I answered in Minnesotan. “You’re quick witted,” the sweet lady continued. “I like that…it’s like you’re one of us.”
I hope that’s a good thing. But since I mostly make fun of myself, we’re okay. I’m not offended.