LOCAL DIALECT
Are we there yet? Are we there yet?
I have no idea. This place just seems to go on forever. What’s the name of it – ‘Echo Emporium’?? It’s déjà vu all over again. What do they do in there – make tape measures – package spaghetti – a bowling alley? Oh look, another tower – just like the last one.
You kids aren’t watching ‘Groundhog Day’ back there are you?? I think we’re just driving in circles, nothing changes….
….When that pub owner suggested visiting the “Loch”, I thought he meant like Loch Ness. This is a canal ‘lock,’ and us with no boat.
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You don’t have to go to Europe to have trouble with local dialects. A ‘Yankee’ had a retirement home built in Florida. When it came time to install the driveway, the contractor asked him if he wanted poured concrete or shale. Concrete seemed so common and blah. He liked the idea of crushed grey stone, so he ordered shale.
When he went out to view the finished installation, it was this horrid, loose, dusty white….stuff. “I ordered shale! That’s not shale!’
“Shore ‘tis. That there’s oyster shellshale.”
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Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.
LOL – very fun!
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The joys of travel…. and writing about it. Thanx for dropping in. 🙂
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Simply delightful.
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Well, I’ve got the ‘simple’ part down well. Thanx for rambling over again. 🙂
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Love the imagery in your opening paragraph – measuring spaghetti – and the additional shale story.
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That building (whatever it is) just seems to go on forever. Unlike the preceding Fiction, the shale story is supposed to be true. Glad you were entertained. 🙂
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Two stories for the price of one! Have to admit the second got a guffaw out of me. First one got a smile 😉
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So I got twice the chance to have you stop by again. Another success. 🙂
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😜😄
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Dear Archon,
We are a country full of dialects. Here in the Midwest you hear it all. Funny.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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It’s funny now. You don’t hear, “Can I get a cake wrote on?” any more. We have a few interesting ones up here in Canada, too. Thanx for the comment. 🙂
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I love the way you remember that. 😉 Nope don’t miss it at all. Still bad grammar really grates on my last nerve. 😀
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Reminds me of the time we (visiting from the Midwest) tried to find our way out of DC. We kept seeing the same statues and memorials over and over until my poor husband finally figured it out and we headed north, laughing all the way 🙂
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Oh dear! Sounds like Chevy Chase’s ‘European Vacation.’ I have to go to D C for the first time, in July. Perhaps that thought was skittering around in the back of my head. 😳
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I enjoyed both of your tales. The 1st one reminded me of my annoying kids asking over and over again, “Are we there yet?” So you git a rankle out of me with that tale. The 2nd a big chuckle. I live in Florida. You hear a lot of bad english – round this here place.
Isadora 😎
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There’s a lot of bad English everywhere. If you’re raised with the accent, you never notice it…. But when we Snowbirds drive or fly down – “What’s he saying??!” 😕
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LOL … ahhh – ye is the one creating huge amounts of traffic. Snowbirds are for year rounders a go out nightmare. Sorry … I still like your story. ~~~~ : )
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I can picture the scene. Great take on the prompt.
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And I serve up another slice of real-life, disguised as fiction. Thanx for the visit. 🙂
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