I heard a story years ago of a soldier from Boston on base one day looking for his khakis. He kept saying he couldn’t find his khakis.
Another soldier said; “Look. You are wearing your khakis.”
Boston fellow said; No, my khah keys. I’ve got to go into town and I can’t find the keys to my khah.
My mother was from Massachusetts. We lived in California. One time she asked a store clerk where she could find “party supplies.” The clerk directed her to an aisle with toilet paper.