🚀 go-pugleaf

Dan Abel <dabel@sonic.net> writes:

> My father grew up in a little town in Kansas.  They had a cafe
> in town.  It was a one syllable word, sort of like "safe" with
> a "c" instead of an "s".  Some stranger came into town and asked
> about the cafe, pronouncing it with two syllables.  They laughed
> him right out of town.


At the risk of sounding like an arrogant Californian, there's
a lot of "dumb" in that part of the country.  Too bad their
numbers prevented those particular yokels from learning that
it was they who deserved to be laughed at.  The stranger had
cast pearls before swine.

I lived in Oklahoma for a year, working as a field rep at Fort
Sill.  When I moved to town I went to inquire about renting 
some furniture.  The woman I spoke with told me that I could
either rent furniture on a piece-by-piece basis, or as a "suit."
She meant "suite," of course, but didn't know how to pronounce
it properly.  It was one a'them high-class city slicker words,
I guess.

Don't get me started on the liquor laws that were in place at
the time...




Geoff

-- 
Whenever I hear the word "insensitive," I reach for my Browning.