So my relocation from 55 years in NY to Southeast NC has been a bit of an adjustment. I understand that no matter how long I live here I will always be a "Damm Yankee". I got some interesting looks when I moved down here with my snow tires.
A lot of people down here speak English. There are other natives here that speak some unknown language we call Mumbles. Apparently it doesn't require much use of the lips, tounge or vocal chords. Somehow they manage to understand each other and a lot of the folks down here are bi-lingual, they speak English and Mumbles. It's good to have a translator nearby. When I first moved here I ordered two double cheeseburgers in Hardees. The guy behind the counter said "wannablabumbashabasha". I said what? He says "wannablabumbashabasha". I looked at the guy next to me who apparently speaks Mumbles, and he's laughing his ass off. He says "He wants to know if you want fries with that"? 3 years later, it is frightening, sometimes we understand it.
But by far the best indoctronation I had to Southern living was before we moved down here and were rehabbing the house. I would drive down on Friday do some work over the weekend and wait till Monday to meet with a subcontractor, because if you think you are going to see one of those guys on a weekend, all I can says is "wannablabumbashabasha" or "fuget about et" as they say in Jersey. So I would tell them I have a 12 hour drive back north and have to go to work Tues morning, what is the earliest you can get here?
So this one guy tells me "I be dere firs din Monay mawning". I have coffee ready for him at 7:00. 8 oclock, 9 oclock, 10 oclock, all come and go, and 11:15 here he comes shuffling through the door. I am fit to be tied, thinking of the 12 hour drive back now with traffic. "You said you would be here first thing Monday morning" I protest. He looks at me taken a back a little, like what the heck did I do wrong? Then he nods at the clock on the stove which now shows 11:17 and proudly proclaims "Yep is still Monay mawning, and dis is de firs thin Im doin"!
All I could think was, Welcome to the south Damm Yankee.