Newsflash: Missouri is not Kansas

I have been getting some funny responses lately when people hear the response to where I am from. RECENT INCIDENT #1:  Just last week at work, I asked the shoe shine guy what time the Missouri/Nebraska game was on. I work at Nordstrom. They have a shoe shine guy. Or 3. They are all 60 year old black men that are hilarious.  So the guy looks at me, while in the middle of shining a beautiful chestnut wingtip Santorelli, and laughs out loud. The man whose shoe he was shining also laughed and so did the 2 other guys that were standing there. I asked why the laughs were necessary and mentioned that I was rooting for Missouri and so I cared about the game. That made them laugh harder. The shoe shine guy said, "MISSOURI? Who is from Missouri?".  More laughs rose and as I walked away shaking my head. A few minutes later the guy came up to me and said again, "Missouri?". I let him know that he did not ask as question and that he just said the name of my home state. He then said, "Are there black people in Missouri?". I said yes and that I was from Kansas City. He said, "OH. Kansas City! They killin people up in Kansas City". I said yeah and that I would also cut him if he keeps mocking my state.

RECENT INCIDENT #2
Yesterday, while at work, this sweet little woman from Scotland asked to help her find something in the store. She was adorable, purely due to the accent, and I, of course in Bre fashion, started to talk back to her in my Scottish accent. I found out that she was a flight attendant and the airline had lost her luggage so all she had was the trousers she was wearing and a pull over which she called a "jumper". I thought that was cute. Anywho. I told her that I would love to visit her country someday and she told me about the castles and what not. She asked where I was from and I said Kansas City due to the laughs that Missouri gets I thought it might sound a bit cooler to say Kansas City.  Her little face lit up as did mine when she said that she was from Scotland. She said, "OH! I will have to tell my daughter that I met Dorthy! She will be thrilled!!". This lady was excited about it to. I had to bust her bubble and let her know that I was not from Kansas. She didn't care and carried on about the Wizard of Oz. She explained to me that her daughter wouldn't know the difference and how cool it was.

These people out here act like I am from some little country state in the middle of nowhere where the people worship the alters of Wal-mart and drive old trucks. They make it sound like there are cows and workin men in Carharts on the sides of the dirt roads. Like people have little gardens and hang their clothes on clothes lines and know everyone in town. Well, let me be the first to say: SO WHAT!!  It's a great place with great people and good food. Everything is close and traffic means cars on the road and I can't wait to visit over Thanksgiving!