Someone mentioned to me that they had to go to the West Side and they way they said it made it sound like it was a trip to a foreign country, like, “I have to get my vaccinations and exchange my money and find my passport” or something, just to go there. I mean, it’s only on the other side of I-75, people. But that’s how it is around here whenever people talk about the
“Going to the Westside is like a foreign country in that you almost always have to have a reason for going beyond, like, just wanting to go or something. I mean, if someone's like ‘I'm going to Kenwood,’ people aren't like, ‘what? whhhhyyyy?’ But that is the response to the west side.”
Haha. In Toledo, it's the opposite. When my mom was in high school, apparently they would joke about needing to get your shots before you crossed the bridge to get to the East side. And my dad is from the East side.
ReplyDeleteAh Erin, now the world knows all about the deep, life changing email conversation flow that we maintain through the work day. I mean, uh, while we're on lunch and before 8 and after 5.
ReplyDeleteAnd Rachel-that's funny because as we all know, Randy is a west sider.
ReplyDeletethe west side does not bother me at all. in fact, i quite like it. It reminds me of my hometown of Evansville Indiana. its sort of like a trip down memory lane when I head over there. Since I live downtown we always take 8th street and up thru price hill. I LOVE price hill chili with all my heart - greek fries - nuff said. They even have a chipotle, graeters, and a cost plus world market. yummy. And, if I remember correctly, its where I had my first taste of skyline chili. its all about the food, really. There was a lady at an old job I had who lived in the Finneytown area, I guess you would say. Once I mentioned to someone that she lived on the "west side" meaning in my mind, west of 75, and she about laid an egg. She was FUMING mad and corrected me OVER AND OVER that she lived on the NORTH side, thank you. whew. get over yourself lady.
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