Here's a typical conversation out of town.
PERSON ONE: Where are you from?
PERSON TWO: Detroit.
PERSON ONE: Wow, I've always heard that's a tough place.
PERSON TWO: Yeah, it is. But we actually live in Bingham Farms. It's much nicer there.
PERSON ONE: So you don't have to go into the city?
PERSON TWO [[PROUDLY): We never go into the city. It's a shithole.
PERSON ONE: So, you're perfectly satisfied to live next to a shithole?
PERSON TWO: Sure! It's great! We have a terrific standard of living, and we don't have to do anything to support those idiots.
PERSON ONE: Where do your kids live?
PERSON TWO: Oh, my daughter's in Los Angeles, and my two sons live in New York and Chicago.
PERSON ONE: Why so far away?
PERSON TWO: They wanted to live in a city that works. Not that shithole.
PERSON ONE: So, you're perfectly happy living next to a shithole that your children ran away from? And never seeing them?
PERSON TWO: Yeah! It's terrific.
The End
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