Where y'all from?

My folks from Oceanside are visiting for the week.

Went to breakfast at the little diner downtown. My Pops commented that the coffee was good and the waitress responded, "...it never gets old around here." Cute waitress-speak.

As we paid our bill she asked us, "so where y'all from?"

We live directly across the street from the large Catholic Church on Main street, and at 10:30, the mass bells tolled loudly. My StepMom took PK over to attend mass and seemed to enjoy it. As she was leaving, the Priest greeted the attendees as they left the church and he asked her, "thanks for coming...so, where ya'll from?"

We ate dinner downtown at a famous bar-b-que joint, pigging out on smoked sausage, brisket, baby back ribs, beef ribs, cole slaw, homemade bread. and all the sweet tea you can drink.

As we left, some perfect strangers who were dining near us, came up and commented, "...your children are so well behaved." We thanked them graciously thinking we would escape the question.

Then they continued, "so,where y'all from."

Sigh.