In my early 20s I went backpacking around
I also discovered that being from
While I was on the
The captain did some fiddly professional thing with the wheel, squinted at the horizon in convincing way and said, gruffly, “Does it bother you?” Now, this was completely out of left field. I hadn’t spoken or been able to process others speaking for a couple of hours.
Me: “Does what bother me?”
Captain: “Being that size.”
(Digression: Being all of 21 at that time, I was a svelte little nymph compared to my current size and shape. Nonetheless I was probably about 5’4” and definitely cleared 110 pounds.)
Me: “Um, no.”
Captain: “It’s just, I’d heard everyone in
Me: unspoken signs of disbelief
Me: “We’re not GIANTS! We’re Texans!”
Captain: embarrassed silence and more professional squinting
So that was how I discovered first-hand that being from Texas means all sorts of things to people overseas, and that sometimes it’s best not to ask or assume what they might be. Let them think I’m a lassoing, steer-branding, JR-shooting, NASA-tech, cheerleading, boot-wearing, high-kicking, hair-spray addicted, rhinestone encrusted oil tycoon with my own personal corral full of plaid-wearin' fellas named Slim or Hank and a theme song that orchestras love. I’m fine with that. They'd be wrong about everything but the rhinestones, but hey, let them have their dreams.
Do any of you out there have your own personal theme song – either self-chosen or assigned to you by the general public? I’d love to hear about it.