The hair came out okay, but it made the rest of me look bad. I keep telling Karen it must be the lights. Occasionally, conversation helps to divert my attention from the mirror, but I'm not big on talking with hair in my mouth. That's why it's almost impossible not to overhear nearby chat. What was passing for conversation in the next booth, was interfering with my concentration on an article explaining the problem of presidential candidates and soft money.
Idiomatic speech based on geography, is nothing new.
I've lived in many places and actually come to enjoy and understand much of it. But this is different. When I moved to Georgia, back to the land of the soft drawl of my southern coastal ancestors, I thought I'd have no trouble speaking like a native. I was wrong. I remember spending a lot of time standing in front of the hardware store looking stupid and grinning, which I imagine left some folks with the impression I was on heavy medication.