Saturday, February 12, 2011

yankee or rebel: a lesson in logic.

Someone just asked me if there were any free clinics in town. Seriously, what about me gives the impression that I would know about free clinics? Aside from being perturbed at the fact that a significant part of my guest population has yet to catch on to the Google trend (seriously people, Google is 13-year-old technology, it's about time you start using it regularly like the rest of the world does) and I don't appreciate being used as an all encompassing source of knowledge, why would anyone assume that I know everything about everything?

Yes, I understand that I'm a native and I would know more than your standard traveling passerby. It's one thing to ask for directions to a well known place, but I can't really be expected to know the address, location, quickest route and operating hours of every restaurant, gym, doctor's office, retail store and boat rental kiosk in a thirty mile radius. I can Google it for you, but if you cared enough you would have done that for yourself already.

I can print directions, but chances are I won't be able to give you significant land marks. I can give you details to places I've been to, but for the places I haven't the best I have to offer is a web printout. I don't know where the best pizza is, but I can tell you my favorite, or offer you a list of places I've been to that I would visit again.

I'm sorry to say that I am strictly limited to the things I know. I do my best to learn a little more each day, to try something new, to listen to someone else's story for once. But seriously, if you want to discuss whether a person is a yankee or a rebel, you're going to have to take a time machine to 19th century Kentucky, because no one in the present day under the age of 100 knows what the fuck that's supposed to mean.

This is the USA, not the Union. It's best to leave the Confederate flag for crappy Dane Cook movies.

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