I'm a talker. If you know me at all, you know I can talk on just about any subject and most definitely have an opinion about said subject. I went to the bank this week and the teller there ALWAYS asks me "How do you like California so far??" I discovered on my first visit that apparently she can tell that our account originated in Missouri because our account number "is so strange." So, over the course of these 4 months she has learned where I'm from, why we moved here, how many kids we have and how to correctly pronounce "O'Fallon" which is "such a strange name for a town." Our bank is in the SafeWay where I shop and is very small so it's usually the same teller.
Usually I tell her "It's fine" or "The weather is certainly better" because my momma raised me right and I know how to have a polite conversation. But, this week, she wasn't taking that for an answer. Here's the gist of the conversation:
Teller: How are you liking California so far?
Me: It's good, thanks.
Teller: Is it really that different from the midwest?
Me: Ummm, YES! (I think my facial expression gave away QUITE a bit on this one because she seemed genuinely shocked.)
Teller: But, you like California better, right?
Me: It's an adjustment.
Teller: But, you like it better here, RIGHT? I mean there's NO comparison, right?
Me: It may be too soon to answer that.
Teller: (shaking her head) But, you love it. You do. (This was more a statement than a question).
Me: Actually, I don't. But, thanks.
I may have to go to a different bank branch next time. This woman REALLY needs me to like it here and I'm not good at faking it. I'm a midwest girl. I like my seasons to really BE seasons. I like neighbors who wave and say "hi." Hopefully, I'll rub off on the people out here a little. I think they could use a good dose of the midwest.