It all started this evening when I went to Walmart to buy some dinner… I did my shopping, took a gander at other cheaply made items produced by small children in third world countries which I wasn’t interested in buying, and finally went through the self-service checkout.

As I was going through, I decided I wanted to write a check and get cash back. The very nice young lady who was servicing the self checkout system asked me to bring my items up to her kiosk for further processing of the order saying she needed my ID.

She then says to me after noticing from my license that I’m from Tennessee, “I didn’t think you were from around here” as she entered my drivers license number into her computer system. “Oh really? Why is that?” I asked. “Well, because. You have a very thick accent!”

Absolutely dumbfounded at what she was saying to me, I asked for further explanation. “Well, you have a much more southern accent than people do around here” she states. Now mind you, I’m in Waynesboro, VIRGINIA!!! Yeah, I’ve never heard of it either, and was abundantly surprised that they even HAD A WALMART! “That’s interesting” I responded, “since most people tell me that they think I’m from the north.” She laughed at me.

To my defense, I have been on a Friday Night Lights marathon this week, watching the entire season in consecutive episodes. It might be that their accents on the show is rubbing off on me, I’m not sure. Needless to say, that’s the first time anyone has ever said anything like that to me in my entire life. Maybe I should embrace my southern roots and sport a southern accent proudly! Or not. Yeah, probably not. Definitely not. Abso-freakin-lutely not.