On an Amerib3tan in the Dam
I took the train from a business meeting in Maastricht to Amsterdam in hopes of some rest and um relaxation, and co-mingling with the locals. Anyhoo, the first bar I walk into (I won't name it) contains 3 or 4 americans huddled in a corner. We end up meeting, and the following conversation ensues:

Me: Hi, howrya?
One of em: Good, howrya? We're from Salt Lake City, Utah, where are you from?
Me: I'm from New Hampshire.
Another of em: New Hampshire? That's a new one!
Me: Are you kidding? It's in the states! It's not too far from Boston!
One of em: Oh yea, Boston.

I swear on the corpses of sundry dead relations that this is a fairly accurate transcript of the conversation. Also, they were all over the age of 40. As an added "bonus" I kept running into their happy holiday heads ever frikkin time I turned a corner, all weekend and at all hours. (loves the Dam)
(Drunkendragon, Fri 7 Jan 2005, 19:54, Reply)