Well, at least you learned. Most Yankees don't appear to be very teachable. Look at the large number of liberal Yankees in proportion to the rest of the population. I rest my case. LOL!
You Might be a Yankee if…
- you think barbecue is a verb meaning "to cook outside."
- you think Heinz Ketchup is SPICY!
- you don't have any problems pronouncing "Worcestershire sauce"correctly.
- for breakfast, you would prefer potatoes au gratin to grits.
- you don't know what a moon pie is.
- you've never had grain alcohol.
- you've never, ever, eaten Okra.
- you eat fried chicken with a knife and fork.
- you've never seen a live chicken, and the only cows you've seen are on road trips.
- you have no idea what a polecat is.
- whenever someone tells an off-color joke about farm animals, it goes over your head.
- you don't see anything wrong with putting a sweater on a poodle.
- you don't have bangs.
- you would rather vacation at Martha's Vineyard than Six Flags.
- more than two generations of your family have been kicked out of the same prep school in Connecticut.
- you would rather have your son become a lawyer than grow up to get his own TV fishing show.
- instead of referring to two or more people as "y'all," you call them "you guys," even if both of them are women.
- you don't think Howard Stern has an accent.
- you have never planned your summer vacation around a gun-and-knife show.
- you think more money should go to important scientific research at your university than to pay the salary of the head football coach.
- you don't have at least one can of WD*40 somewhere around the house.
- The last time you smiled was when you prevented someone from getting on an on-ramp on the highway.
- you don't have any hats in your closet that advertise feed stores.
- the farthest south you've ever been is the perfume counter at Neiman Marcus.
- you call binoculars opera glasses.
- you can't spit out the car window without pulling over to the side of the road and stopping.
- you would never wear pink or an appliqued sweatshirt.
- you don't know what appliqued is.
- most of your formative high school sexual experiences took place within the context of a football game.
- you don't know anyone with two first names (i.e. Joe Bob, Billy Bob, Bubba Kay Bob, Bob Bob)
- you don't have doilies, and you certainly don't know how to make one.
- you've never been to a craft show.
- you get freaked out when people on the subway talk to you.
- you can't do your laundry without quarters.
- none of your fur coats are homemade.
The "Yankees" you (and other southron folk) describe are, for the most part, not real Yankees. They are part of that large, transient, rootless population that is taking over your cities just like they've taken over ours. They just outnumbered us first. I call 'em wanderers. Real Yankees stay put and prefer chowder to barbecue. When we cook out, we rip a lobster in half and toss the pieces on the grill.
Take some friendly advice...pack your zoning boards with your own people and never, EVER let your local governments fall prey to the wanderers. If you do, your best barbecue shacks will be shut down for "health code violations" and replaced with Pizza Huts. Its the homogenization of America.