I’m a word snob; I admit it. But, I have to be. I’m a writer, it comes with the territory. If’n I didn’t talk good nobody’d buy my books. But here in the south, folks, even well educated folks, look at you funny if you speak proper English.
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Here, people like to run words together. I find it amusing to listen to the locals talk. I know what they’re saying, but it’s ain’t said right. Here, they use words like “witchore,” and “atchu.” I’ve started a mental dictionary because I hear repeated piggybacked words all run together a lot. Here’s a partial list:
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Witchore – “What kind of dressing you want witchore salad?”
Tars – “Yesterday I had two flat tars on my car.”
Atchu – “I’m looking atchu.”
Deygohn – “Are the Rickrodes still in California?” “No. Deygohn.”
Andem – “Who’s coming for dinner?” “Patricia andem.”
Ohl – “You put a little ohl on that and it’ll slide easier.”
Gwan – “Gwan down the Frontage road to Wal-Mart.”
Sumpin – “You want sumpin to drink?”
I’m trying my darndest not to laugh at these colloquialisms but sometimes a smile still creeps onto my face. So far I haven’t had to explain myself, but I’m sure one of these days, someone will ask me what I find amusing.
What about you dear readers, what expressions make you smile? What wrong words drive you crazy? The one I find the most annoying is using “axe” for “ask.” Drives. Me. Nuts. Don’t axe me why.
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Fun Fact About Me: I secretly enjoy silently making fun of the way people talk. Hey, I’m a self-admitted word snob.
Original post by Jansen Schmidt, August 2015. Photos courtesy Google Images
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