When A Question Isn’t a Question

Daily Writing Prompt: What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.

It does not happen a lot, but it happens enough to really annoy the heck out of me.

I will be standing in line or riding the bus or waiting for the train and sometimes I will find myself in a conversation with the person next to me and sometimes they ask,

” So. Where are you from? ”

Now to clear one little point up, I have  lived in Washington state for most of my life and I have  never lived in  one of those towns around Seattle / Tacoma where it’s vogue to affect a Southern accent.

There’s lots of theories for why that happens. Once someone on my Facebook page said that the town  called Puyallup  and other towns around the area were  farming towns (like 100 years ago) and a lot of people moved from the South to work in the fields. So they passed  their southern accents from one generation to the next.

That’s a theory and it doesn’t explain why some of my friends who lived next door to me in the suburbs move to one of these towns and end up  sounding  like John Travolta or Debra Winger in “Urban Cowboy”, but it is what it is.

As a side note Puyallup is not exactly lost in the Cascade Mountain Range. It sits on the I-5 corridor and if you literally cross the street to the next town, nobody sounds like that.

Back to my point. I guess I have a bland West coast accent- though I’ve been told we talk pretty fast, which is true.

However, every once and awhile someone will ask me, ” Where are you from. ”

I’ll say I was born in Seattle and have lived around it for most of my life.

” Sure. But where are you from? ”

” Seattle. ” I will say.

At this point you’d think that would end the inquiry ( or maybe you could call it an inquisition ) but it did not.

” No I mean. What  are you. Where are you from ” they will gently demand.

Before I would go into my family history ( which is culturally blended, we are a pretty diverse bunch) but I got tired of having to give my racial makeup so I started to say:

” Well. My Mom  always said I came from Heaven. ”

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