See #80.
“Locals spot me as a Yankee, as soon as I open my mouth. LOL”
When I first moved to the south from the NY area, I was at a stadium food concession and when I got up to the counter and ordered (”Give me a hot dog and a coffee”), could not have picked the two most perfect words to out myself. All the people behind me in line started laughing.
“..could not have picked the two most perfect words to out myself.”
I know what you mean. When I say “You guys...” the cat’s out of the bag.
Many years ago I had a young assistant who went to Paris for a Summer. She was a classically beautiful Jewish girl whom one would think looked perfectly at-home in any Continental city.
She said that all she had to do was walk down the street, and everyone KNEW she was an American.
I’ve been in very rural areas of the US where people knew immediately that I wasn’t ‘from there’. Sometimes, you don’t even have to speak.