A: (sneezes and wipes his nose by means of an already grimy handkerchief. don't ask.)
Me: Bless you. A cold?
A: Hay fever.
Me: Really? Were you brought up in town? They say those raised in the country never get it.
A: No, I used to live by the sea as a child. Besides, it's genetic.
Me: All right. (pauses) Were your parents raised in town, then?
A: Errr.. yeah.
Both: (in unison) See?

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