I've got this super sweet cowboy hat. It keeps the rain and sun off, does a fair job of keeping light and noise out when I'm staying at hostels, and makes a pretty decent pillow on the airplane. Needless to say, it goes everywhere with me.
I'm not the most stereotypical Texas guy you'll ever meet. Lots of you reading this are thinking "duh," and the rest are probably thinking "ha, really, you told me the only reason you don't ride a horse here is that they wouldn't let you through airport security with it." To those of you in the latter category, it's just the hat, I promise. To all of you, check this out.
Whenever I meet someone outside, we do the whole handshake-a/s/l dance. I'm wearing my hat since I'm outside so when I say I'm from Texas, without fail, my partner says something to the effect, of COURSE you are! can you show my your rifle?
Whenever I meet someone inside, it's usually at a pub, so I've left everything leavable at home to keep from possibly losing it (that can be read many ways, and all are good reasons to leave things at home). In this case, once I say I'm from the land of jerky and jackalopes, people get a little skeptical. By which I mean, they argue I can't possibly originate any closer to Texas than the Netherlands. One dude WOULD NOT believe me that I was even American until I showed him my Texas ID. Come on, guy.
Despite my hat and apparently Dutch accent, however, I have managed to convince the BBC I'm English. Effort and knowledge count... when it really matters!
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