I was at Wells Fargo cashing my payroll check (thankfully, because I didn't have any cash for the bus ride back) and my teller looked at my drivers license and said, "Yay for Michigan."
This led me to believe that she was indeed from Michigan,
which turned out to be way right :)
I asked her where she was from and she said Kalamazoo
and I told her that I was from South Haven.
She also went on to say that went to South Haven
every summer
[go figure].
I asked her if how long she had been
here in Denver and whether she liked it.
She has been here for just over
4 months & said that it was
nice but people were different here.
And I knew
EXACTLY
what she meant!
We came to the conclusion that:::
...that it is the altitude that does things to these silly Colarodians [colla-rod-e-ens]. I would bet that nearly everytime I smile at a random stranger on the sidewalk, on the bus, or anywhere else for that matter [with the exception of Wal*Mart strangely enough] people either don't smile back, don't acknowledge my existence or look at me like I grew two separate heads. I don't really understand.
It's funny to be able to have this kind of conversation at a bank telller window. There was more, like how she had lived in ATL for the past 7 years for school and stuff. It's amazing the things you can learn when you talk to people :] What if everyone talked this much? Sheesh!
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I totally get what you mean. The first day I was here, at orientation, they told us not to talk on public transportation. If you did it was a dead giveaway that you weren't from the city. That just makes me sad!
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