I've always used "all y'all" as sort of an "everyone, yes, EVERYBODY, and that does mean you, too."

Me too.

Oh, youse guys! No doubt I have picked up words from the various places I lived. My favorite words added from the south (I don't consider SE Florida to be the south at all) are reckon and y'all. Both excellent words.

Not enough time spent near the midwest to ever use "come with" naturally. My Philly 1st DH used to say "heard tell," which was quite odd to my ears.

I didn't realize "come with" is a midwestern impression. My roommate things it sounds funny when I say, "I'm going to the store, you wanna come with?"

I noticed this when I went to Minneapolis for my brother's wedding this summer. It sounded so strange to me, but now I've been re-watching Season 5 Buffy and they use it all the time.

Sigh.

My new boss makes me feel so SMALL.

I know. I have authority issues. Big fat chip on my shoulder and everything. I'm trying not to let it get to me, because I'm not likely to be able to escape being under authority for the foreseeable future. But I hate it. Hate it hate it hate it. Especially because her requests never feel like, "Susan, we need this, and you're just the person to make it happen." The tone is more, "Susan, the way you're doing this is wrong. Do this instead." Or, "What, we don't keep statistics on X? What is the PROBLEM with this place? And Susan, you'd better drop everything and get me that info by Wednesday."

Grrrr...

Hey you guys...!

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Am earwormed forever.

One of the most interesting people I've ever met was a NYC cabbie, who fit the old stereotype of the older lifelong New York resident, complete with the NY accent and living in and raising his family in an apartment and stories about how life is like there. Fascinating stuff. My mom and sister (who were sitting in the back seat of the cab while I rode in front due to no more room in back) were wondering what we talked about, and were very surprised that I had such a great conversation with him.

I almost always chat up cabbies. The ones who haven't live in NYC for 4,000 years are from all over the place -- its like travelling the world on my way home at night. I met a guy from Uruguay, dude NOBODY is from Uruguay. It's almost always interesting particularly if you talk about food.

When down South with our Grandmother as a child my Sister got a number of "but you're so POLITE!" replies when she said she was from New York*. She's always resisted the urge to say "and you're so NOT". I've heard numerous versions of that story and it strikes me as ironic... "THIS is the fabled warmth and hospitality??"

(Of course, many many times I have experienced the fabled warmth and hospitality -- it really is wonderful)

Hil, so I guess what you're saying is Toby Ziegler and I won't ever make Eeyore love together, because I'm not fictional-Jewish. Bummer

Didn't he marry (then divorce and possibly re-marry) a shiksa? I think there is fictional hope for you kids yet, Erika.

*though technically a small town outside of. after the four-thousanth time of describing the tiny town no one has ever heard of and ending with "its right ouside New York" you just skip to that part.

SailAweigh and I had a wonderful conversation with a cabbie who had a son named William Jefferson Bill Clinton Calypso. No, seriously. But it's not my normal thing at all.

Yeah, that's true, Trudy. Although I thought she could be "Wow, You Don't *Look* Jewish" Jewish. I have a friend that is. Well, talk about your mixed marriages. Dad's gonna hate that he's a big political operative(With just enough closet anti-Semitism to keep Ziegler his paranoid self, plus Dad voted Bush) Mom, though, I could say "I'm marrying the product of a coked-out showrunner's imagination," and she'd say "Anything that makes you happy, sweetie,"ETA: Cabbie's son has a cute name. Long, though.

So I should delay renewing my car registration so I can afford the ingredients to test this Cook's Illustrated recipe, right?

Which recipe is it? The stuffed chicken breasts?