Last night, I went to a friend-of-a-friend's party. The following conversation took place.
Country Boy 1: (dressed in cowboy boots, plaid shirt, jeans and a trucker hat*)
Oh hey, Dan just got here, he's from my town!
(*In my experience, real country boys wear trucker hats; fake country boys wear cowboy hats.
From this we can conclude that Country Boy 1 rode to the party on his horse)
Country Boy 2: (dressed in similar clothing) Does that mean your whole town is here?
CB 1: (laughs) no, it means 2% of the town is here.
Country Girl: (wearing a sheepskin coat) Oh wow, your town is big! Where are you from?
CB 1: I'm from (some small town I've never heard of). Where are you from?
CG: I'm from (some smaller town I've never heard of)
CB 1: Do you have a store in your town?
CG: No, do you?
CB 1: Yeah, we've got one store! No post office though.
City Girl: Shakes head in disbelief and walks out of the room.
Oh, Salt Lake how I miss the hustle and bustle of your stores, post offices and stoplights.
(I know we have these things here, I've just never heard people talk about them).
Thank goodness you are just 90 miles away. See you soon, my dear friend.
