Sometimes I let my southern accent come through. It’s not often, usually when I am tired, but it happens. I was on the phone the other day with a friend from the big city from years ago. I just let it fly.
Friend: So what are you up to?
Me: Reckon I’m gonna drive on out to Dawsonville.
Friend: What’s that? (already uncomfortable with my accent.)
Me: Well there’s a big ole outlet mall out that way and I need some work britches. Besides, it’s Dawsonville.
Friend: Never heard of it.
Me: Excuse me? Dawsonville? Home of Bill Elliot?
Friend: Who?
Me: Awesome Bill from Dawsonville?
Friend: No idea
Me: Former home of the Georgia Racing Hall of Fame and Museum… now the town hall, by the way?
Friend: …
Me: K, I have to call things out when I see them. I do not believe you have accepted NASCAR into your heart.
Friend: What?
Me: The caution flags are out. When that final checkered flag is waved and you are standing before the Lord, will He let you into the Winner’s Circle?
Friend: Dude, you’ve been in the mountains too long.
Me: I fear your life will be spent in moral perfidy…
Friend: … yeah… WAY too long…
(I don’t even like racing.)
ROFLOL! I needed this… thank you! LOL.
Finally am able to catch up on my favorite reads after my latest “downtime”!
It’s never disappointing here… love it all, dear man.
I reckon if you started jawin’ like that at me, I could’a done give you back the same. *grin*
Doh.
Clever, very clever!
You start with reckon and end with perfidy.
I like!
Ha! Mom and I had a great laugh over this… I don’t think I’ve ever heard your southern accent. I can’t imagine…
You really must meet Buckethead this May … he could totally keep that conversation going with you for HOURS!