I’ve been repeating this punchline to people for the past few weeks whenever they ask me about Seattle. It’s one of those jokes that just might stick around for a long time in my arsenal. Like the one where I say, “I can’t read, I’m illegitimate.” I find it easier to joke about things like that than talking about a sports team or the weather or how the weather affects the sports team.
After my trip to New Orleans, I have seen [again] the major difference in how people act towards one another in the two cities. In Seattle, one person sees another smoking a pipe and thinks to himself, “I really like the smell of pipe smoke, but I can’t say so because I am a militant anti-smoker. So I’ll just walk on and not even look the person in the eye.” In New Orleans, the first person invites the second to their house for Pipe Club.