In high school, Stephanie and I were part of an extracurricular called Model United Nations (MUN). Every year, there was a big conference in Salt Lake City called RHSMUN, where high school students across the region convened to debate world issues (oh man). Mostly we just loved staying in a hotel and wearing fancy dress suits and, best of all, eating every meal at a mall food court. Steph hung out with her friends (and stalked Bangladesh because dude, he was hot) and I hung out with mine. But one evening, we ran into each other in the hotel lobby and she told me the funniest thing. "One of the delegates is from Oregon," she told me. "We asked him what people from Oregon are called and guess what! They're called Oregonians! OREGONIANS!" Wow, did we get a good laugh at that.
Flash forward ten years. I'm living in Portland, Oregon, working for a big fancy actuary consulting corporation. Not only are my colleages professionals, they're freaking geniuses. One day, my coworker Greg popped his head into my cube and asked, "Hey, what are people from Utah called?"
"Utahns."
"Utahns? UTAHNS?! Seriously?"
"Yeah, seriously."
"Ha! No way! Hey, Weber, did you know people from Utah are called UTAHNS?!" He walked away to spread the word. And wow, did they get a good laugh at that.
Flash forward ten years. I'm living in Portland, Oregon, working for a big fancy actuary consulting corporation. Not only are my colleages professionals, they're freaking geniuses. One day, my coworker Greg popped his head into my cube and asked, "Hey, what are people from Utah called?"
"Utahns."
"Utahns? UTAHNS?! Seriously?"
"Yeah, seriously."
"Ha! No way! Hey, Weber, did you know people from Utah are called UTAHNS?!" He walked away to spread the word. And wow, did they get a good laugh at that.