How Rude!

So I'm in the breakroom this morning, and someone overhears me saying how I'm planning to give my dad tickets to the first and second rounds of the NCAA tournament for his birthday next year, because I found out some of the games are going to be played at Rupp Arena. You know, where the Kentucky Wildcats play.

So this chick goes, "Oh, I've been to Kentucky!" and proceeds to say how she took a tour of Rupp and got to see Churchill Downs and all this other stuff.

Then she says, "I was really surprised what a small town Churchill Downs is in."

And I said, "HUH? Churchill Downs is in Louisville. That's a million people."

She says, "No, it was on this little two-lane road."

And right there, I know she's not talking about Churchill Downs. Because the joint is *right off freaking interstate 65 in the middle of busy, bustling freaking Louisville.*

So I say, still in a puzzled but polite tone of voice, "But Churchill Downs is on I-65."

And she goes, as if this somehow makes her the expert, "But honey, I've been there."

And I say, "I used to live and work in Louisville."

And she says -- get this -- all huffy, "I'm not going to argue with you," and walks off practically with steam coming out of her ears.

OK, I'm not claiming to be a racing industry expert or anything, but I think someone who was born and raised somewhere probably knows the geography a little better than someone who drove through there once.