When Southerners aren't Understood.

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[Boiler Plate]

Ebaum,

"My sister-in law is from Oklahoma and has a slight accent. She has cats and when she lived in the south she would take them to the groomers and have what is called a Line Cut. To her a line cut is when all of the fur hanging down below the cat's tummy is taken off (because it gets matted or snarled). When she moved to Chicago with my brother, one of the cats fur got all tangled up during the move so she took it in for a line cut. She was quite surprised when she heard the price as it was twice as much as it was down south. She confirmed with the groomer that he understood what a line cut was and he said "yes, I know what a LION cut is." It seems her accent came out sounding like LION not LINE and this is how her cat was returned to her. She cried for a week...but not as much as the cat.

[jettester]

What about them ribs ya'll serve down there - the first time I ordered some I thought that the pig must have been as big as a cow. And then I found out truth....

[Boiler Plate]

When I was very young my parents moved from Chicago to Columbia SC. Now my mom who grew up in the shadow of Univ of Chicago was in no ways going to start talking like Scarlett O'Hara. Well in those days when you went to the A&P you told the clercks what you wanted and they went and filled your order. Well we almost starved to death because the locals couldn't understand my mom. She finally let necessity over rule pride and she finally spoke southern.

We had a lot of funny things happen down there like when my folks showed up at Univ of SC football game wearing casual clothes. They had no idea that football games were formal affairs. The most unusual thing was the folks who spoke Gula. Now that is another langauge.

[Boiler Plate]

Yeah I went to one of those places with some friends in Kansas City. They brought out a trash can lid size plate with ribs for one the guys. We just bust up laughing as he was obese to start with and we knew was going to destroy this obscene amount of food.

[Peace Is Coming]

In an eccentric way it's kind of cute.

[AgentEcho]

From a born and size bred Texan with a damn yankee (oops, native of OHIO), as a wife, the correct response would have been 'excuse me' or 'pardon'.

'What' expresses attitude.

'What' don't muster many warm and fuzzy thoughts.

'What' keeps ya in the South longer than you want to be here, with a close quaters buddy named Bubba who doesn't like Yankees or attitudes, or Yankee attitudes.

Y'all come back now.

;-)

Æ

[Hotdog]

Well...I'm living in Tennessee now...your right..."what" would be a Massachusetts response...I'm now say..."I'm sorry...I didn't hear you...could you repeat that?"

[AgentEcho]

They must have taken you a little out of Austin to Marble Falls, home of the Bluebonnet Cafe.

[NYTexan]

;)

[Syncro]

When I was in Texas, a group of us went up to Oklahoma to go to driving school, for Semi's and various other large Oil Field Servicing trucks.

Our "instructor" would usually sleep until it was time to change drivers, I have a picture of him sleeping while he was "teaching" us how to drive.

One day he said, "When you get to Alton, turn left."

Well when we got to the next town, we woke him up to see which way we should go, because we couldn't find Alton.

We told him so and he pointed to the City Sign and said we're here, this is Alton.

The sign said Oiltown.

[NYTexan]

I have to say after lookin' at that poor cat over again, it looks REALLY PISSED OFF! LOL!!! (poor thing)

[Boiler Plate]

All it needs is a Viking Helmet.

[NYTexan]

And some really LONG CLAWS!

[ItCanHappenToYou]

:D

Tyke two an' butter 'em whilst the'r hot!!

[ItCanHappenToYou]

Raght, awltown. Thas raght.

[jettester]

Nope, on this occasion it was a place up Guadalupe north of the campus, up near 50th or such. My memory is a little fuzzy as this was back in '79.

Though one barbecue joint stuck in my mind was kind of a log cabin looking place with big old picnic tables and a never ending buffet line of those big beef ribs, brisket and cornbread. I had a roommate from Reynosa who was the biggest Mexican I've ever seen. I still remember him sitting at one end of the table with a pile of beef ribs in front of him that he was working on. He'd have a rib in one hand, a jalapeno in the other, alternating bites form both, swigging a long neck Lone Star and only putting the food down to wipe the sweat off of his face from the heat of the peppers!

[Anvilhead]

I used to do the same thing to my cat. It's much cooler in the summer.

I stopped because my friends would make gay jokes.

Now I just give it a home buzz cut. I'm pretty good, I practiced on my friends.

PS
Never insult the man who can hold his liquor better than you.

[Boiler Plate]

If you friends wound up looking like that poor kitty I hope you were well armed!

[NYTexan]

"Tyke two an' butter 'em whilst the'r hot!!"

Just how I like my roasted corn and king crab legs!

[Rex Anderson]

It's "fixin ta" not "fixin to", ya hard headed cityboy.