Scix, your headset makes you sound like a robot 

It wasn't spoilered at first.

I have a strange and oddly mutable accent.

1. A body of water, smaller than a river, contained within relatively narrow banks.
Crick. Spelled "creek" but anytime I read it it comes out crick (Walnut Crick, California).

2. What is the thing you push around the grocery store is called.
Shopping cart.

3. A metal container to carry a meal in.
Lunchbox.

4. The thing that you cook bacon and eggs in.
Frying pan.

5. The piece of furniture that seats three people.
Couch. If it only seats two it's a loveseat. If it has a mattress folded inside it's a hide-a-bed.

6. The device on the outside of the house that carries rain off the roof.
Gutter (horizontal) and downspout (vertical).

7. The covered area outside a house where people sit in the evening.
Porch if it's in the front. Patio if it's in the back. Deck if it's elevated.

8. Carbonated, sweetened, non-alcoholic beverages.
Pop. This drives the Brooklynite in the household crazy.

9. A flat, round breakfast food served with syrup.
Pancake, unless it's made with sourdough in which case it's a hotcake.

10. A long sandwich designed to be a whole meal in itself.
Sub.

11. The piece of clothing worn by men at the beach.
Swimsuit.

12. Shoes worn for sports.
We called them tennies or tennie runners when I was growing up, but it seems no one knows what that means any more. I call them sneakers when speaking to people outside of my family.

(I just realized that "tennie runners" and the British term "trainers" sound a bit alike when I say them. Weird.)

13. Putting a room in order.
Picking up.

14. A flying insect that glows in the dark.
Firefly.

15. The little insect that curls up into a ball.
Pillbug. Unless I'm with the kids, then they're rolly-pollies. (Pronounced with long o's.)

16. The childrens' playground equipment where one kid sits on one side and goes up while the other sits on the other side and goes down.
Teeter-totter.

17. How do you eat your pizza?
You don't realize why this question is in here until you meet a New Yorker. I eat pizza with a fork. Lock is APPALLED.

18. What's it called when private citizens put up signs and sell their used stuff?
Garage sale or yard sale.

19. What's the evening meal?
Dinner if it's a big meal, supper if the big meal was at noon.

20. The thing under a house where the furnace and perhaps a rec room are?
Basement. I tend to avoid them after breaking my ankle on the basement stairs.

21. What do you call the thing that you can get water out of to drink in public places?
Water fountain if it's ambient-temperature. Cooler if it's refrigerated. The bit that squirts the water up is a bubbler. (Note: this is not regional. I sell them for a living. Also I found out this week that in Portland, Oregon a bubbler is something completely other.)

I should hook up Lock's mic and record both of us talking. I'm from Idaho and have a slight drawl. He is 100% Brooklyn (though he also speaks fluent Harlem). Except for the occasional California word like "hella" our accents are like night and day. We sometimes have trouble understanding each other because of the vocabulary difference.

Many of you know that I grew up in Colorado and moved to Alabama as a young adult.

This thread reminds me of when I worked part-time in retail several years ago (in Alabama).

This crotchety old man came into the store one afternoon. He was quite bossy in telling me what he wanted. I helped him find the product and just chalked him up to a grouchy customer. At the register he kept asking me loudly, "WUT DED YOU JUS' SAY?"

I thought, being older, he was hard of hearing. I kept repeating myself. Finally, he said, "Y'need t'lurn proper English. Y'sound like a lil yankee girl!"

I shot back, "And you sound like a redneck." I so loved the bright red that spread across his face.

As he left, he turned toward me and said, "If I's the manager of this store, I'da furred you the first day!"

I just gave him a shit eating grin and watched him leave in a huff, shaking his head.

Man, for some reason I just can't place your accent, Gudy.....it could be from anywhere!

Listen up, kids, that's the most you'll ever hear him say at one time.  It may be a sign of the coming Apocalypse.

Wow, I have a few unique ones!

:-P

I admit it's a weird mix of all kinds of influences with what I recognize, now that I've listened to the mp3 a couple of times, as clear remnants of a German accent.


Double :-P


Hey, you've got the mp3. Just put it in a loop! ;-)