Years ago when I was visiting my then snowbird father, in Bonita Springs, he was driving along with his Ohio license plate, on Tamiami Trail, not really going particularly slowly, when a local in a pick-up truck roared by in the left lane, stuck his middle finger across the passenger side of his truck and yelled through the open window..." F-YOU, YOU YANKEE A$$****!!!!", to which my dad giggled and said, "Man, I do hate it when they call me a Yankee."
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