We visited a church on Sunday. As I was inquiring about where the kids needed to go for their classes I mentioned that it was our first visit. The woman asked if we’d just moved to town.
“Yes,” I replied, “we’ve been here about two weeks.”
“Oh, where did you move from? I hear a bit of a Southern accent.”
And I never uttered even a single “y’all” or “fixin'”. Apparently, in our nearly 5 years in San Antonio I picked up a bit of a drawl.