How does it feel to be a new guy in Houston? Ask me. It comes with a lot of challenges.
Your standing in front of a counter and there are people waiting behind you, and the girl says, “S-i-r, Doo-yaa-under-staand-mea!” In a slow animated way just in case you were challeneged.
Especially when you pop-out with your cart in a big store, trying to figure out in a corner, where was what, and people give you an eyebrow over the other look. Oh did I mention the people who came to you and spoke about Magic and Elephants from India, with phrases like, “Magic, Magic you do??” or “Me, like big elephats”. People please, I speak English, and no, I don’t live in the Jungle.
But there are three things, I have noticed like never before.
One, no matter what review-ist (if there was a word) say or what you might think, Houstonites are very hospitable people and people-people than their counter parts in New York.
Secondly, Blogging is big here, and it matter big time.
And finally, NEVER ever ask a Houston Girl out when you first meet her, for either she’s gonna say something like “Loco, Poko” or man its going to hurt your wallet, trust me.