A tale of regional friction

I was talking with a couple of coworkers about their experiences moving to California from various other places, and how it differs from my experience of the area as a native Californian.

“I like it here,” one said (we’ll call her A), “but Californians drive me nuts with this whole ‘be nice to your face, but tear you down behind your back’ thing.”

“That’s really true,” B agreed. “Back East, if someone has a problem with you, at least you know it. Here, they just pretend that everything is fine. It’s really fake.”

“You know what?” I said. “Fuck you guys.”

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