“What is a Stater?” Phaedra asked. “I heard someone say ‘Statesian’ too.”
“Oh, yeah, you were gone,” Mitchell said, and then took another bite of the burger and nodded his head to indicate he was going to speak again soon, but Sam said, “About four years ago, Canada started offering amnesty to kids escaping their student loans. Like basically entire graduating classes were fleeing. The governments negotiated and one thing Canada wanted was for people from the United States to stop calling themselves Americans.”
“Because,” Mitchell said, his burger swallowed, “This is the continent of North America, and so actually, Canadians, Staters, and Mexicans are all Americans. Our government agreed to officially start referring to us that way to end the amnesty—and some other like free trade stuff.”
“And they actually got people to do it,” Phaedra said.
“I mean, we adopted the metric system when I was a little kid,” Sam said.
“Yeah, we spent a lot of time on it in high school to get everyone used to it” Phaedra said. She looked at them. “I could have babysat you guys. But now I’m just the same as you.”
“Well, you don’t have the loans anymore,” Mitchell said.
“Not before I shoplifted food,” Phaedra said.
“We’re living in a car,” Mitchell said. They said nothing for a while. Phaedra signaled for another round.
“Did Mexico team up with Canada and offer amnesty too?” She asked.
“They did,” Sam said. “But that wasn’t really what made the States give into the Mexicans.”
“What was it?”
“They threatened to stop sending Passover Coke.”