Sadly, Minnesota is not the center of everyone's universe

Everyday, people ask me: Where are you from? Sometimes I say England, sometimes I say Minnesota. It depends if I want to field questions about the Queen or Jesse "The Body" Ventura. Princess Di or Garrison Keillor. Purple Rain or Abbey Road. I like to mix it up, you know?

I've been keeping a mental log of responses to the MN answer.

• Random photographer bloke in Portland yesterday: "Why would you live in a Minnie-sota if you could live in a Maxi-sota?"

• Guy from Craigslist trying to rent me his house: "I have a daughter out there, on the East Coast."

• "You don't sound like those guys in Fargo. Well, maybe the lady cop."
  
  
• "Did you ski to work?" (Why, of course. Everyday. Everyone does.)
  

• A cop: "Don't they have turn lanes in Minnesota?"
  
  
• "It must be snowing there now..."
  

• "It must be great to be here. In civilization."

• "I'm part native American." (Uuuuum, okay, thanks for sharing)
  
  
• And finally, the most common response: "You must be so glad you left. You must be so happy to be here." (Shuddup. Shuddup.)