I was at the teller window in the bank today when one of those "personal bankers" stepped over and mentioned that she thought she had some products that would be of interest to me (incidentally, banks, as best I can tell, don't provide products; they provide a service--or, perhaps, various services). At any rate, she pulled me over to her desk area for "only a moment, Sir; I promise."
As I sat down at her desk, she looked at me.
"You're not from here, are you?" she asked.
"No," I replied, and told her where I was from.
"Oh, really?" she said, surprised. "You ARE from the Valley then, are you?"
"Ya," I said, a little confused.
She just looked at me for a moment.
"Why do you ask?" I questioned, a little uncomfortable.
"Well, because you don't look like you're from here."
"Oh," I said, not sure how to reply. "What does that mean, exactly?"
"Well, I don't know. Looking at you, I thought you were probably from San Francisco," she said.
What does that mean?