My wife had to catch a flight to San Antonio this morning and decided to use a shuttle service to get to Hartsfield Airport because she did not want to pay for extended parking and the car could stay in the garage at home. Since the shuttle pickup was at 5am at the Cracker Barrel we thought we would leave early and get something for breakfast. Well duhh.....Cracker Barrel was not open at 4am so we opted for Waffle House. Now I gotta tell ya that my wife was dressed casually for travel however I was dressed in camouflage with a hunting knife on one side and a 22 Ruger pistol on the other as I was going to hit the woods and do some scouting and maybe shoot some critters. As we were eating breakfast and drinking coffee up pulls a nice conversion van with Florida plates (Dade County) and out steps 5 folks dressed to the nines. Two lovely women dressed very well and 3 men all dressed in very nice suits, very urban and metropolitan. From their appearance I would guess maybe Cuban ancestry but that's just a guess.
Well anyway....they were kinda like a fish outta water in rural North Georgia and when the older waitress spoke to them in her syrupy southern drawl I could tell they were confused. They looked at each other a couple of times and the waitress repeated herself a little slower and they all ordered drinks and I just watched as they tried to make sense of the Waffle House menu and scattered, smothered, covered, diced, peppered & chunked.
It was amusing to say the least.
In Oklahoma we have questions on the Surveyor's exam about the Waffle House menu. 😉
Just A. Surveyor, post: 446097, member: 12855 wrote: Well anyway....they were kinda like a fish outta water in rural North Georgia
Why didn't you offer to help them??
Sure. Translate from Georgian to Floridian and back again for the waitress.
Holy Cow, post: 446113, member: 50 wrote: Sure. Translate from Georgian to Floridian and back again for the waitress.
That would work.
One evening, I stopped in Chattanooga Tennessee for a night. For "dinner", I stopped at a fast food chicken place (not one of the big boys we have now). I had to ask three times before the young woman behind the counter could understand my New England accent. After placing my order, she promptly asked "you aren't from here, are you?" My answer was of course "no". "I could tell" she said, to which I replied "because I don't have an accent?"
We both chuckled and went about our business.
FL/GA PLS., post: 446111, member: 379 wrote: Why didn't you offer to help them??
Hmpft.....why would I stick my nose in others business?
Now if they had asked me for help I would have lent an assist but I was quite content to observe their reactions.
It really was quite amusing. This was as close to My Cousin Vinny as I will probably ever get to witness.
Why? So you could tell us a longer story.
I'm wondering how they may have reacted to some guy from Deliverance approaching their table.
Edit: That's not a personal attack. That's a compliment.:)
Never even considered that there might be a desire for longer story.
Deliverance? Well that's a first, I may have a beard and accent and live in Georgia but I do try to annunciate properly and I don't play a banjo.
Edit....I have been to where they filmed the movie in Tallulah Gorge.
Chattooga River, not the Tallulah Gorge. "Paddle faster, I hear banjo music".
Andy
Andy Bruner, post: 446125, member: 1123 wrote: Chattooga River, not the Tallulah Gorge. "Paddle faster, I hear banjo music".
Andy
Oh contrair Andy, if you go to Tallulah Gorge there is a big story board that describes the movie and actors (John Voight, Burt Reynolds) as well as the filming that took place in the gorge.
The Chattooga River also but the actual gorge was featured prominently. Way down in that thing.
Yo! Just! Gotta gig ya a tad.
Kidnapped off the outernet: So here??s the deal. When you want to announce or proclaim something, you might annunciate it. When you want to carefully pronounce a word so that you are understood you enunciate it.
Snagged this off the outernet as well:
au contraire mon ami = to the contrary my friend
BTW: I love banjo music. My comment had more to do with the apparent cultural differences you had noted between the Floridians and the remainder of the clientele.
Here is a longer story. In 2013 we visited cousins who lived in NYC because our daughter, aged 16 at the time, thought that going to NYC was the most important thing on earth. Our kin were getting ready to move back west and this was the only chance to see the sights while they were there.
On the last day our visit hasty plans were made to meet the cousins after they got off work at the Staten Island Ferry. Maureen's best friend grew up on Staten Island and told her to take the ferry to the island at sunset, have a beer or 2 on the island and then return to Manhattan after dark. Views on both trips would be the highlight of our visit (and the ferry ride is free).
So that last day we sort of figured out the subways to get us to the terminal to meet the cousins when they got off work. But it was frantic & confusing. Seemed like the yellow line would get us there. At one of the stations we had doubts?? signs didn??t mention the yellow subway going to the terminal. So I asked a couple hipster doofuses next to us on the platform if we were on the right path. The alpha doofus said no, we were supposed to be on the red line. Go back up to street level, cross Broadway and then go down to the redline station. We are running late and my girls start to freak as we turn away from the platform to back track. Then a little meek city gal, dressed to the nines, steps out of the packed mass of hundreds of city slickers and says ??Hey, stay on this line. Yellow will get you to the ferry. Red won??t.? We say ??Thanks ma??am?. The hipsters glowered and looked down at their point little shoes.
To the meek little dressed-to-the-nines city gal we were as alien in a NYC subway station as urban Cubans in a N. Georgia Waffle House. If I??d gotten her name I??d be sending her Christmas cards every year. Because of her speaking up we saw this on the last day in NYC, rather than some dead end subway station in a halfway house neighborhood while up at street level the sun set and the ferry departed without us:
Holy Cow, post: 446130, member: 50 wrote: Yo! Just! Gotta gig ya a tad.
Kidnapped off the outernet: So here??s the deal. When you want to announce or proclaim something, you might annunciate it. When you want to carefully pronounce a word so that you are understood you enunciate it.
Snagged this off the outernet as well:
au contraire mon ami = to the contrary my friendBTW: I love banjo music. My comment had more to do with the apparent cultural differences you had noted between the Floridians and the remainder of the clientele.
I was hoping nobody would catch that, my edit time had expired before I notice the blunder and all I could do was go with it.
As for the "oh contrair", Andy Bruner speaks southern not French. If I had tried to put a French inflection on it he would not be able to understand.
Ya see. That's what's so funny about that. "Oh contrair" and "au contraire" sound exactly the same. Hope you only end up with evacuees and no serious weather activity now that it appears Irma, in some form, will cross northwest Georgia in a few days.
Je ne parle pas francais tres bien (or something close to that) = I do not speak French very well
Just A. Surveyor, post: 446118, member: 12855 wrote: Hmpft.....why would I stick my nose in others business?
Romans 12:13 is is good place to start.
We're staying just West of Summerville, GA in Mentone, Alabama. Watching the updates and hoping the water doesn't make it to the roof of our house.
Saw a nice 3' Copperhead yesterday. Weather here has been great. My Wife isn't too fond of winding roads that enter the valleys... 😎
Holy Cow, post: 446152, member: 50 wrote: "Oh contrair" and "au contraire"
In Southern speak those two above quotes translate into "WTF YOU TALKIN" BOUT JACK"! 😎
D Bendell, post: 446154, member: 12975 wrote: We're staying just West of Summerville, GA in Mentone, Alabama. Watching the updates and hoping the water doesn't make it to the roof of our house.
Saw a nice 3' Copperhead yesterday. Weather here has been great. My Wife isn't too fond of winding roads that enter the valleys... 😎
Mentone is a nice area, I almost bought some land there last year. I have done a little bit of surveying in that area and quite a lot more in Summerville. I happen to like the winding roads and peaceful little valleys. Go check out Cloudland Canyon in Northwest Georgia and Little River Canyon near Fort Payne, Alabama.
James Fleming, post: 446153, member: 136 wrote: Romans 12:13 is is good place to start.
Again, If they had asked or otherwise indicated a need for assistance I would have helped but they managed.
