Yesterday afternoon I was finally able to coordinate getting into Becca and Angelika's apartment (rest assured ladies ~ no leaks or freaks). The apartment manager came out of his office looking every bit the preppy Eric Stoltz. We had spoken on the phone, so I just reminded him who I was and what I needed. As he went to look for the key, he called back "You sound like you're from the North somewhere... Wisconsin?". Wrong, bucko. Arkansas born and raised (with a momentary detour). I've really got to work on which accents I pick up on - or learn to capitalize on my apparent gift.
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