Way OT: Phrases you Hate 934

On Fri, 9 Dec 2005, Shaun aRe

Years ago, my family moved to North Alabama into an area that "Time Forgot". I thought I had heard it all, but I was wrong. I thought I was a backwoods country girl, but, again, I was wrong - thank goodness.

I would have been happy to hear "over yonder". What I heard was "or onner". It was like listening to a foreign language.

My dad was building a house and had hired a couple of the local boys (in their 20s; both white) to help him. One day he said to one of the boys, "Get me another hammer." The boy said, "Whut?" Dad repeated the request. The boy said, "Whut? Whut kinna hammer?" The other boy spoke up and said, "Ya know, anutter hammer, Git da man anutter hammer." The first boy went to get "anutter" hammer, grumbling, "Dang furiners. Why dunt ya juss speak Engliss!"

They all called us "furiners" and we were from Mississippi just 120 miles away.

My dad called one morning and ask me to go down to the co-op and get a roll of barbed wire. At the co-op, I told the man I needed a roll of barbed wire. He looked at me with a very puzzled face and replied, "I don't think we got none of that, but if you'll write it down, maybe I can order it." Realizing my mistake, I said, "That's ok. Do you have any 'bob war'?" His face lit up and he said that they had plenty of bob war. They loaded my barbed wire on the truck and I headed home.

I worked for a furniture manufacturer and when I went to lunch, one of the workers would answer the phone. I came back from lunch one day to find a note on my desk.

Hits a man called. 435 - 7892.

Elaine, too