That is the question Ken and I encounter the most in the Deep South. We don’t have Southern accents, and we’re an interracial couple. Most of the time people assume we are or we were once in the military. That’s close. We’re both military brats.
Here’s how it goes down.
“Where are you from?’
“Oh, we’re from here. We live this-and-so.”
“No, where are you from?”
“Seriously, we’re from here. Our parents live this-and-so.”
“No, where are you from?” By this time, the person is making signs with their hands, as if we are deaf.
“We both went to school here.”
We finally let them off the hook, telling folks we’re from all over the place, which is true when you’re a military brat.
It’s fun. You should try it some day.