Friday, July 07, 2006

Lost In Translation

By and large, I'd say we were adapting quite well to life in the south. The heat is tolerable and the sweet tea is nice. There is one little thing, though, that keeps catching us off guard, and that is the very thick southern accent. Some folks don't seem to have a severe one, and others are completely indecipherable to us yanks. We were out to get our cars re-tagged the other day and couldn't find the DMV to save our lives. We stopped to ask directions, and since the good Dr. knows I have a bit of a problem with thick accents in general, he agreed to get out and speak to the man at the gas station. Keep in mind that we are still within Atlanta city limits, and the place we were looking for was in a shopping mall, so we're not talking backwood Georgia or anything. He gets back in the car and tells me that the place we're looking for is right next to a store called 'The Lazy Broom'. We spent 15 minutes or more looking for this store. Finally, as we stood bewildered in front of a giant store called 'Amazing Rooms' it dawned on me. We were out of our element.

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3 comments:

Mom101 said...

This made me laugh out loud!

When I briefly lived in Providence, a friend and I spent all afternoon looking for a store someone recommended: Prayda shoes. We thought maybe they meant Prada but no such luck...

Try "Parade of Shoes."

Amy Jo said...

There have already been so many times where I just look at someone and say 'Huh?' Don't even try and speak to me on the phone, either. It's 10 times worse!

Susan said...

Oh, oh, oh!!! The San Antonio flashbacks!!!!! At least he didn't give you directions by what used to be there... you know, turn left at the corner where Jimmie Joe used to park his pick-up truck...:) I'm a bit surprised he didn't offer to "carry y'all" there himself! Too funny!!