A story

While waiting for my update about Canterbury, enjoy this story:

I am at the Indian Guy Store (our local convenience store down the block) getting some Pringles and Coke (study essentials) when the guy who runs the store starts talking to me. Since one of our housemates goes to the store at least once a day, he has begun to recognize us.

Cashier: So, where are you from?

Me: Well, obviously from the States. Haha. I'm from Kansas City, Missouri. It is right in the middle of the country.

The cashier looks at me blankly, almost slightly confused and shocked

Cashier: Is...is that what it is called?

Me: Yup! There is a Kansas City, Missouri and I Kansas City, Kansas. They are right next to each other.

Cashier: So, like, the Tin Man, and all of them...?

Me: Yeah! They were in Kansas. I mean, they never say what part of Kansas, but Dorthy was from Kansas.

The cashier looks completely and utterly amazing/confused/dumbfounded

Cashier: I didn't know it actually existed....



Who knew Kansas was so exotic?