What part of MONROE didn't you understand?

If you're from the North, you've likely heard a stereotype or two about the way Southerners talk and think -- slow. Not always true, certainly. But during a recent vacation in Nashville, TN, I had an exchange with a Southerner that put that theory to the test. Let's just say that I'm trying not to be too judgmental now ...
Thanks to Groupon, we learned about a place called the Savannah Tea Company on Monroe Street in the Germantown section of Nashville. We purchased said Groupon and made a reservation for a full "afternoon tea" (scones, fruit, pastries, finger sandwiches ... the works!) on Friday afternoon. So far, so good.
On Friday morning we go to the Country Music Hall of Fame which is about a mile and a half from the Savannah Tea Company. It's a beautiful day, so we decide to walk from the Hall of Fame. We have a map of the city, but it doesn't show Monroe Street. Whatever. After walking about a quarter mile in the wrong direction, we figure out which way to go and figure we'll get there when we get there.
We walk and walk and ... well, you get the picture.
We've just crossed Jefferson Street and now our map is not showing streets anymore. The time of our reservation is drawing near and we have no idea how much farther we have to walk. Now we're starting to get nervous. Seriously, how far away is Monroe Street?
Best thing to do, we decide, go into a local business and ask. So we go into a shop (Soon after we will learn that this shop is only 3/4 of a block from Monroe Street) and I ask a young lady behind the counter, "Where is Monroe Street?"
She hems and haws a bit and then asks me, "What are you looking for?"
 Huh?!
"Monroe Street," I say, a little bit slower ... as I think to myself, "What part of 'Monroe Street' didn't you understand?"

You look the same from the ankles down...

Yeehaw! I just got back from a week's vacation in Nashville, TN and man, was it fun!
Gary and I took in live music performances EVERY DAY. It's amazing -- you can walk down the street in downtown Nashville at noon and pop in almost anywhere and catch someone playing something.
So. Much. Fun.
We stayed at the Wyndham Nashville -- a timeshare that is a hop, skip and a jump from the Gaylord Opryland Hotel, which, in and of itself is a marvel and completely over the top, not unlike some of the performers' outfits, guitars, etc. 
So, speaking of performances, every Sunday the Wyndham hosts a welcome party. Guests are bused to the party, which features ... live music! And dancing and more.
During one number a group of guests and staff got up and started doing The Electric Slide. I know it, but not well. I figure if I want to pick up the steps, I'd do well to watch a dancer's feet.  So I watched a man who was  wearing black boots like these:

Cut to the evening is over and we're on the bus on the way back. A guy wearing black boots gets on and another guy says to him, "You danced very well." I proceed to gush to Mr. Black Boots how I've found it very instructive to watch him during The Electric Slide and I'm most impressed with his movements. To which he says, "But I didn't dance."
But you're wearing black boots... .
Hey! Wait just a gol durned minute! Ya think it's possible that maybe more than one guy had black boots on? Ya think?
So, blushing, I say to Mr. Mistaken Identity, "Well, I was watching the guy's feet and you look the same from the ankles down!"
Way to save face, huh?