I'm right outside Houston and just within a 50 mile radius of here the accent and even the words used changes
drastically.
Through a church I used to go to I met a group of people who only lived about 40 miles from me yet at times I couldn't even understand them. I remember one particular incident when we were all making peanut brittle together and they ran out of some of the ingredients and I volunteered to go to the grocery store for them. So I asked what they needed. Silly me thinking I'd know what the heck they were talking about.
This is how the conversation went:
Git sum oleo...bout fo-ur (yes this is the number 4 pronounced with 2 syllables) pounds.
And git sum sodee too.
Me standing there looking blank and embarrassed.
Finally after a minute of trying hard to translate in my mind what has been said to me I say...What is it you need
They look at me like I must have something wrong with my hearing and repeat what they said again.
I ask "What is oleo?"
Now they're
really looking at me like I've got 3 heads or something.
"You
know..OLEO!!" (like saying it louder is going to make me understand what it is
)
They talk amongst themselves and decide the other word for this oleo stuff is margarine. OK!! now we're getting somewhere....margarine I understand....oleo I do not understand.
Then we get to the sodee. I ask "what is sodee?"
Once again the looks that tell me they think I must be putting on an act about not understanding.
They say "You know SODEE...it's on the flyer all."
Me- HUH?
Finally another friend who apparently speaks both backwoods Texan and Houstonian walks in and translates for me.
Sodee= baking soda
it's on the flyer all= you will find it on the same aisle as the flour.
I managed to bring back everything they needed with no problems.
God knows what was said about me while I was gone though.