My friend once said that East Coast is not polite but kind, and West Coast is polite but not kind

I feel the need to do a Texas one as a Texan

Tex: you must be lost

Person: yes I was traveling…. Looking for… do you know

Long silence

Tex: yep… see I knew you were probably lost. When I saw your car I told my buddy bubba over bubba tips his hat “hey bubba I think he’s lost. Probably looking for the highway.” Are ya… looking for the highway that is.

Person: yes

Tex: ya. That’s what I figured. (Long silence but right before you say something else) you’re probably gonna want to take that road there. It’ll get you to Edna.

Person: is the highway in Edna?

Tex: no, but… you should probably go thru Edna. Less trouble that way. Then you’ll see where the old windmill used to be. Make a left”

Person: left… to the highway?

Tex: no… but that’ll get you to fire station

Person: do I need the fire station

Bubba laughs

Tex: bubba! No but you’re going to need their help with the tree that fell back in August . You didn’t really think you could move a tree that size with (gestures judgingly at your car. Regardless of the make or model) that… thing…

Bubba laughs

Tex: Bubba!

Person: uhh okay… thank you… I guess I’ll head to that fire station.

That conversation took an hour and a half but they fed you. also you have to come back next season because Mary lost her husband and you gotta do your due to help out. Then you end up just living there because after every time you help someone says “I suppose you’ll be off then won’cha. I can’t say I blame ya”

How can you leave after that?! It’s so passively judgmental!

Edit (might be adding a hat to hat here but I’m trying to reach peak texan): The good news is you can legally wear cowboy boots now and you measure a lot of thing by “heads” for quantity or “hand” for size. Plus if you ever don’t want to answer a question you can just gaze off into the distance and say “I don’t claim to know but if I’ve learned a damn thing in these dusty years is that you’ll find your answer right out there. when those answers want to find you I can’t rightly say… I’d be a damn fool to try”

Yup

Par for the course in Boston and southern New England generally speaking. You can have my firstborn if you really need it, but I reserve the right to break your balls forever.

We’re not nice but we are kind. It’s how we keep each other sane when the fuckin sun goes away at 4:30, and the plow just un-shoveled what we just finished shoveling (cue the ice storm to make that snow extra wet and heavy only to later freeze into a foot thick block of ice).

Boston is absolutely, hands-down my favourite US city. My daughter just returned from a few days there and can confirm.

That fits. I live an hour north of Boston and that is one of the most Bostonian things.. esp. the walking away w/o saying a word. It’s just the Northeast flintiness most native New Englanders have.

This is so Boston. We're assholes. But we're nice, wholesome assholes.

Protip: talk to people, ask for help, ask for directions

Boston bustin' balls is the best initiation you can experience.

We'll give you shit unless we realize you're actually "in the shit". Then we'll square you away and nod goodbye.

I rode the subway and bus from Logan Airport to Worcester, heading back to college after winter break. I had trouble understanding the announcers on the T so asked strangers to help me know my stop. I think they knew the story because I had my luggage with me. They felt like... I don't know. Tolerant indulgence of my inexperience?

Swear to God this is a Reddit thread completely reposted.

Miserably kind. I definitely feel that feeling.

I flew into Boston back in the ‘80s and was driving a rental car to my hotel. I get to an intersection and it’s blocked for a 10K road race. So I ask the cop diverting traffic if there was an alternate route to the hotel. He shrugs his shoulders, says he doesn’t know, and waves me on. I ended up driving around until the roads reopened.

Yeah, Lincolnshire can be rough.