Hometown Conversation

I hate this conversation. It's a lose-lose situation because not matter what side you're on, it's always followed by an awkward silence, which is in turn followed by someone thinking of Abe Lincoln. This puzzles me considering this topic arises to serve as an ice-breaker in the first place.

Part 1:
Person I Just Met: So, where are you from?
Me: Camp Hill, Pa....oh uh, I mean Pennyslvania.
PIJM: Huh?
Me: It's by Harrisburg.
PIJM: Huh?
Me: You know, near where they make Hershey Chocolate.
PIJM: Huh?
Me: Nevermind.
PIJM: Oh, ok.

Part 2:
Me: So where are you from then?
PIJM: I don't know really. I mean, my family moved around a lot. I was born in Kansas, but I went to elementary school in Florida and then went to high school in Oregon...
Me: Ok. Um, you know what? Just say "Chicago" or something because I'm not really interested. I was only making small talk. Maybe if you said some place in Pa I'd care for a little bit...but not for long.