The foreigner’s travel guide to Texas
|Title:||The Foreigner's travel guide to Texas|
|Created:||07:00 on Monday, 28. May 2018|
|Modified:||06:00 on Monday, 28. May 2018|
Some say, Texas is different from many other U.S. states. Maybe it is, maybe not, this is an old text that circulated the net long before memes came into existence and tries to teach you some of the rules you should not violate when visiting Texas.
The following „travel guide” contains a list of items that should not be taken entirely serious. They contain references to Texas culture or folklore and this document has been circulating on the net since the very old days of the web.
Its origins are probably unknown, but I’ve seen this back in the 1990’s on
some early web sites, on mailing lists and on USENET newsgroups.
Anyway, here we go…
Don’t expect to find filet mignon or pasta primavera at the local restaurant. It’s a cafe. They serve hamburgers and chicken fried steak. Let them cook something they know. If you confuse them, they’ll kick your ass.
Don’t laugh at the names (Merleen, Bodie, Bubba, Bobby Ray, Curley, Tammy Lynn, Billy Joe, Sissy, Clovis, etc.). Or we will have to kick your ass.
Don’t order a bottle of pop or a can of soda. In Texas it’s called a coke. Nobody gives a damn whether it’s Pepsi, RC, 7-Up or whatever else - it’s still a Coke. Accept it. Doing otherwise can lead to an ass kicking.
We know our heritage. Most of us are more literate than you (read some J. Frank Dobie). We are also better educated and generally a lot nicer than you. Don’t refer to us as a bunch of cowboy hicks, or we’ll kick your ass.
We have plenty of business sense (e.g., Howard Hughes, H. Ross Perot, Southwest Airlines, Dell Computers). Naturally, sometimes we have small lapses in judgment (e.g., Phil Gramm). However, we are not dumb enough to let someone move to our state just so they can run for the US Senate. If anyone tried to do that they would get a serious ass kickin’.
Don’t laugh at our Civil War monuments. If Lee had listened to Gen. Hood you’d be paying taxes to Richmond instead of Washington. If you visit the Alamo, take your hat off and be properly humble, or we’ll kick your ass.
We are fully aware of how hot it gets and high the humidity is, so shut up about it. If you can’t stand the heat get out of the kitchen, or we’ll kick your ass.
Do not attempt to eat tamales without first removing their corn husk casing. Everyone will instantly know that you’re a Yankee. Do not, under any circumstances, complain that the chili is too hot or contains no kidney beans, this will get your ass kicked into next week.
Don’t talk about how much better things are at home because we know they are not. Many of us have visited northern hellholes like Detroit, Chicago, and DC, and we have the scars to prove it. If you don’t like it here, Delta is ready when you are. Move your ass on home – before we kick it.
Yes, we know how to speak proper English. We talk this way because we don’t want to sound like you. We don’t care if you don’t understand what we are saying. All other Texans understand what we are saying and that’s all that matters. Now, go away, or we’ll kick your ass.
Don’t complain that certain areas of this state smell of oil. If your livelihood depended on those wells you’d soon learn to love the aroma. Besides, none of our lakes or rivers have caught fire recently. If you whine about our scenic beauty, we’ll kick your ass all the way back to Pittsburgh, PA.
Don’t ridicule our Texas manners. We say sir and ma’am. We hold doors open for others. We offer our seats to old folks. Such things are expected of civilized people. Behave yourselves around our sweet little gray-haired grandmothers, or they’ll kick your ass – just like they kicked ours.
Don’t think we’re quaint or losers because most of us live in small towns. We do this because we have enough sense to not live in crime infested cesspools like Baltimore. Make fun of our small towns and we’ll kick your ass.
Do not dare to tell us how to cook barbecue. This will get your ass shot (right after it’s been kicked). Criticize the barbecue and you may go home in a pine box – minus your ass.
Remember, the only reason you are lucky enough to be here in the first place is because we have not pulled the Border Patrol off the Rio Grande and put them on the Red River (where they really belong) to keep your ass out.
Enjoy your visit.
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