A Stace story

It's been a while since I told a good Stace story, so here we go.

Stace and I were sitting in the cafeteria having lunch during our cruise.  She was wearing an old Minnesota Twins shirt of mine.  Now, if you're not an American and you don't know anything about baseball, what are you going to think when you see a woman with the word "TWINS" written across her chest?  Stace was telling me that yes, her Austrian friend thought that the word on the shirt referred to the contents of the shirt itself rather than to the baseball team.  A lot of foreigners probably make the same assumption.

Anyway, no sooner had Stace finished telling me this story than an older man came up to us and asked, "Are you from Minnesota?"

Dear Reader, you can probably figure out how this man guessed that we were from Minnesota, since we had just finished a conversation about her MINNESOTA TWINS shirt, but not Stace.  No, her first question was, "Oh, have you seen me before?"  The man seemed a bit baffled by Stace's assumption that everyone in Minnesota knows who she is, but he quickly shook it off, and we had a nice conversation.  It wasn't until later that Stace figured out how the man had pegged her as a Minnesotan.