No, I don't have plans to move to New York not yet... not that I know of, but 'ya know the kind of person that assumes that because you are from well, let's say New York that you would know thier cousin Jo? Well, I'm not that kinda person either, however; I am positive I drive my friends crazy because after visiting an area I'll hone in on the weirdest thing... like stoops versus porches or single spaced homes versus row houses or some wild accent (think shopping cart versus buggy) and say, "oh my god, this is what living is really like. I knew it all along..." and I can't wait to share my new found knowledge with my family & friends.
Of course taking one example of anything good or bad or just plain weird and applying it to everyone never really works. Case in point, buggy -vs.- cart. A young man came up to me in Tennesse and asked if I would like a buggy. I had no I dea what he was talking about I thought it was a derogotry term for wheelchair and I told him no thank you Son I have my own. He repeated the phrase cheerfully again and I asked him if he meant a shopping cart and then proceeded to say, "Say it with they are called shopping carts..." (said very slowly) As I tried to wheel past him he asked me again to which I called my very southern Stepfather to speak to the young man almost like an alien translator and after five seconds on the cell he blushed, said thank-you Ma'am and walked away.
The first time I ever went to Conneticut I adored the accent there and wondered why my friend's wife didn't have the same accent. Apparently my entire trip I kept running into folks from New Hampshire and I thought that was the way everyone spoke out there... that and I thought th lobster would taste like chicken. Why? Well, because everyone always says oh I tried a new dish it wasn't so bad it tasted just like chicken. Let me forwarn you, the lobster... tastes like lobster.
The first time I ever visited New York I made the mistake of bumping into a guy with my wheelchair now that he would have forgiven, but my going up to him to apologize he thought was an attempt to rob him. I did get to do one thing there with my friends I've always wanted to do... crossing the street the cabbie gave me ample time, but I doubled back and banged my fist on his his hood and yelled: "HEY, I'M WALKIN' HERE!" Of course his respose was confused and he cursed me out, but I always wanted to do that just once and now -- I can say I have.
So, it's more like ah you're from the Midwest -- do you know me? On second thought...