Last night Prof. Grady and I were walking down to a little beer store right around the corner from our house when a neighbor we'd never met before asked where we were from. We had to look around to make sure he was talking to us before Kyle mumbled:
Prof. Grady: Well... we just moved down here from Pennsylvania.
Guy: Aaah. I could have sworn that you were from another country.
Prof. Grady: Oh! Well... Hmmm. Actually, my wife is from Bulgaria and I am from California and we just spent the summer in Germany. We didn't think we stuck out that much.
Guy: I knew it! I just KNEW it! Now... Bulgaria... Where is that?
Me: Bulgaria is in Eastern Europe, just north of Greece and Turkey. South of Romania.
Guy: HA HA HA! Gotcha! You really thought I didn't know where Bulgaria was, didn't you!
Turns out that Mr. Neighbor was in the Marine Corps in the late 80s and spent 1989 working at... hold on... the American Consulate in SOFIA!!!
Thank God for nosy neighbors and Southern manners that deem talking to strangers perfectly acceptable. Now we know we live right around the corner from a person that shares our love for feta cheese.