hbgold (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hbgold) wrote,@ 2007-04-05 12:24:00 |
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On Being the Friend of a Texan
So there I was this morning when my legal assistant approaches and says "I had dinner in your neighborhood last friday." Now my neighborhood is no cultural oasis, and she lives in a suburb. She continued, "yeah, we drove for an hour and a half in the rain." I asked her where in the world she could possibly want to go in a driving rain storm like that. She started to spell the name, and I stopped her in mid spell....."you went to Ozona?" "Yes" she excitedly answered. "It must have been for the Chicken Fried Steak" I remarked knowingly. "Yes, it was rated number 1 in D Magazine" she responded.
Driving an hour and a half in a driving rain storm to eat a Chicken Fried Steak is something only a Texan would do, and only something that another Texan would understand.
So there I was this morning when my legal assistant approaches and says "I had dinner in your neighborhood last friday." Now my neighborhood is no cultural oasis, and she lives in a suburb. She continued, "yeah, we drove for an hour and a half in the rain." I asked her where in the world she could possibly want to go in a driving rain storm like that. She started to spell the name, and I stopped her in mid spell....."you went to Ozona?" "Yes" she excitedly answered. "It must have been for the Chicken Fried Steak" I remarked knowingly. "Yes, it was rated number 1 in D Magazine" she responded.
Driving an hour and a half in a driving rain storm to eat a Chicken Fried Steak is something only a Texan would do, and only something that another Texan would understand.
