I was helping set up for a sewing event today. As much as I like to think that I like being around people and spending time being helpful, I think I only like to think it. Acting it out is much more difficult.
The woman presenting is from New Hampshire. There were two other women who were from Boston. I know they have their own special way of pronouncing things. I do know that. But I have my own special rules for how many times I have to listen to their special way of pronouncing things. They broke my rules.
An aunt of mine enjoys stupid, childish jokes as much as I do. One of them is this:
Look down your shirt and spell attic!
A-T-T-I-C
Ha! You just said "a titty I see!"
Well! That stupid, childish joke is lots less fun!
There's a quilt pattern called "Attic Window". 'Round these parts, you say "attic" so that it rhymes with "static". Our educator said, "Ahhttic". In this kind of clunky, cacophonous way. I bet that my pronunciation, "AAAaaaatic", is just as annoying, but I don't care. I'm not annoying at all. Then the Boston thing, leaving off Rs or sticking them on...I kind of enjoy it, in a Cliff Claven-enjoying kind of way. Yet, since these people had not had time to impress me with their durable charm, they simply appeared as bossy and spastic as I am.
I'm actually trying to tamp down the bossy spasms, at least when I'm in public, but these folks were not offering a good example. How am I going to learn to behave in public with bossy people who don't listen well and say things like ahttic and have left several of their Rs back in a suitcase in Boston.
Ah yeh, wickid ahsome.
Posted by dotty at March 8, 2005 11:40 PM