An Accent That Gets Me Noticed, But Not Remembered

Chris is in Maryland doing a 100 mile bike ride today. It's been pouring rain for the past 24 hours. I'm worried he's going to wreck and hurt himself. He's very good at wrecking and hurting himself. I need him not to wreck and hurt himself.

TB will help me pick out some new specs this afternoon. I've had these ones for three years. Frames are getting bigger again. That makes me happy because I never really liked the tiny ones.

I use the optometrist connected to the store I usually buy my glasses. This is how this afternoon is going to play down:

I'll walk into his office and say something (i.e. "Good afternoon, I'm Rebecca.").

On hearing me speak his eyes will light up and he'll ask "Are you from Pittsburgh?"

I'll respond, "Yes, I graduated from Woodland Hills. You're from Connelsville. Our high schools both have kick ass football teams."

"Oh, we've had this conversation before. I'm sorry. I get so many people through here."

"That's OK. I only come around every 2 or 3 years. I don't expect you to remember me."

"So, is your family still in the area?"