TWICE I had opened the door to the lobby and called out my client's name. "David and Michelle?". An entire lobby full of people just stopped and stared at me. Thinking my client ran to the restroom or perhaps went outside, I repeated "David and Michelle?". Finally, my client stands up and says, "Oh, I couldn't understand you because of your accent". (HUH?! Really? It's that bad??) So I laugh and say something like, "yeah, I'm not a local". The client? No response. Total animosity from the fact that yes indeed, I am a Yankee. TWICE this happened!
The joke in Texas goes like this... You may not have been born here, but you got here as soon as you could.
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Ha! I remember when we first moved to Dallas - I was trying to set up utilities, enroll Milo in his classes at the college, etc - I would ask a question, they'd answer, and I'd sit there, silently - hoping that I'd have some sort of gift of tongues to decipher what they had told me. . . it came, though!
Dang Yankees! Glad you're finding the humor.
You used to make fun of your southern cousins accents! You're living in a better place now! (except you could still be a little closer to us) -Eliza
HOW FUNNY!!!! Love it.
Hi Robyn,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Hope your having a fun birthday!!
Take care,
Amy
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