southerners are Always Polite

[Judy Harder]

Southerners are Always SO Durn Polite!


Atlanta Air Traffic Control:  "Tower to Saudi Air 911
-- You are cleared to land eastbound on runway 9R."

Saudi Air: "Thank you Atlanta ATC. Acknowledge
cleared to land on infidel's runway 9R - Allah be
Praised."

Atlanta Air Traffic Control: "Tower to Iran Air 712
--You are cleared to land westbound on runway 9R."

Iran Air: "Thank you Atlanta ATC. We are cleared to
land on infidel's runway 9R. - Allah is Great."

...Pause:  ...Static...

Saudi Air:  "ATLANTA ATC - ATLANTA ATC!!!"

Atlanta Air Traffic Control: "Go ahead Saudi Air 911"

Saudi Air: "YOU JUST HAVE CLEARED BOTH OUR AIRCRAFT
FOR THE SAME RUNWAY GOING IN OPPOSITE DIRECTIONS!  WE
ARE ON A COLLISION COURSE! ...INSTRUCTIONS, PLEASE!!!"

Atlanta Air Traffic Control:  "...Well bless your
hearts, and praise Jesus.  Y'all be careful now...
and be sure to tell Allah "hey" for us, will you?

[Teresa]

I just love that!~~  (hee hee hee  )

[kfclark]

BLESS YOUR HEART

Someone once noted that a Southerner can get away with the most awful kind of insult just as long as it's prefaced with the words "Bless her heart" or "Bless his heart." As in, "Bless his heart, if they put his brain on the head of a pin, it'd roll around like a BB on a six-lane highway." Or, "Bless her heart, she's so bucktoothed, she could eat an apple through a picket fence."
There are also the sneakier ones that I remember from tongue-clucking types of my childhood: "You know, it's amazing that even though she had that baby seven months after they got married, bless her heart, it weighed 10 pounds!"

As long as the heart is sufficiently blessed, the insult can't be all that bad, at least that's what my Great Aunt Tiny (bless her heart, she was anything but) used to say. I was thinking about this the other day when a friend was telling me about her new Northern friend who was upset because her toddler is just beginning to talk and he has a Southern accent. My friend, who is very kind and, bless her heart, cannot do a thing about those thighs of hers, so don't even start, was justifiably miffed about this. After all, this woman had CHOSEN to move south a couple of years ago. "Can you believe it?" she said to my friend. "A child of mine is going to be taaaallllkkin' a-liiiike thiiiissss."

I can think of far worse fates than speaking Southern for this adorable little boy, who, bless his heart, must surely be the East Coast king of mucus. I wish I'd been there. I would have said that she shouldn't fret, because there is nothing so sweet or pleasing on the ear, as a soft Southern drawl.

Of course, maybe we shouldn't be surprised at her "carryings on." After all, when you come from a part of the world where "family silver" refers to the large medallion around Uncle Vinnie's neck, you just have to, as Aunt Tiny would say, "consider the source." Now don't get me wrong. Some of my dearest friends are from the North, bless their hearts. I welcome their perspective, their friendships, and their recipes for authentic Northern Italian food. I've even gotten past their endless complaints that you can't find good bread down here. The ones who really gore my ox are the native Southerners who have begun to act almost embarrassed about their speech. It's as if they want to bury it in the "Hee Haw" cornfield. We've already lost too much. I was raised to swanee, not swear, but you hardly ever hear anyone say that anymore, I swanee you don't. And I've caught myself thinking twice before saying something is "right much," "right close" or "right good" because non-natives think this is right funny indeed.

I have a friend from Bawston who thinks it's hilarious when I say I've got to "carry" my daughter to the doctor or "cut off" the light. That's OK. It's when you have to explain things to people who were born here that I get mad as a mule eating bumblebees. Not long ago, I found myself trying to explain to a native Southerner what I meant by being "in the short rows." I'm used to explaining that expression (it means you've worked a right smart but you're almost done) to newcomers to the land of buttermilk and cold collard sandwiches (better than you think), but to have to explain it to a Southerner was just plain weird.

The most grating example is found in restaurants and stores where nice, Magnolia-mouthed clerks now say "you guys" instead of "y'all," as their mamas raised them up to say. I'd sooner wear white shoes in February, drink unsweetened tea, and eat Miracle Whip instead of Duke's than utter the words, "you guys."

Not long ago I went to lunch with four women friends and the waiter, a nice Southern boy, you-guys-ed all of us within an inch of our lives. "You guys ready to order? What can I get for you guys? Would you guys like to keep you guys' forks?" Lord, have mercy. It's a little comforting that, at the very same time some natives are so eager to blend in, they've taken to making microwave grits (an abomination), the rest of the world is catching on that it's cool to be Clampett. How else do you explain NASCAR tracks and Krispy Kreme doughnut franchises springing up like yard onions all over the country?

To those of you who're still a little embarrassed by your Southernness, take two tent revivals and a dose of redeye gravy and call me in the morning. Bless your heart!

`Author Unknown~ (I believe it might have been Cappy Hall-Rearick )

[Diane Amberg]

 Alright you guys, I'm speechless.

[Wilma]

You know, ya'll are right right.  Southern is a part of our American heritage.  Just as adding er to the end of some words is Eastern ( draw becomes drawer).  Texas is south but has it's own peculiar drawl.  Personally, I prefer the midwest.  It is easier to understand.  But it is all American.

[Diane Amberg]

 Well, maybe, sorta kinda...we don't put ''er" on endings around here, that's 'way north, upstate New York and up through Massachusetts. We don't pahk the caw out in the yahd either. We don't eat chowdah. But downstate they may tell you they live on a form, and they drink wuuter from up in Woolming-un(Wilmington) and they live in the state of Dullawore. The Kansas flat speech to me is easier to understand. My friends tell me I'm some cross between an Oklahoma twang and Kansas, with some Delaware thrown in. Philadelphia locals do some strange things to their o's and u's that I can't do, and some folks from nearby Maryland call the ambulance an ambly-ants that I can't say either.

[Jo McDonald]

I have been accused of being from the south -- because of my voice -- but,  No !! I am a  born and bred Kansan.  Minnesotains very seldom say Yes and No  They answer Yep and Nope -- and when greeted with "Hello, how are you?" they answer "Good, how 'bout yourself?"

  And the "You Guys"  thing~~~  We went to the wedding of my Great niece this spring ---AND the minister addressed both the bride and groom as  You Guys !  " I am so happy to marry you  guys"  Everything he said that referred to this wonderful young couple was You Guys !  Believe me --- I could hardly stand to hear it.  But there is a lot of :You guys"  used these days. 
  Do I like to hear that?  No, I do not.  Sorry, but it makes me kind of "crabby".

[Wilma]

I am sure "ya guys" had names and that is what the minister should have used.  Wouldn't "I am so glad to marry you, John and Mary" sound so much nicer?

[Diane Amberg]

 Northern Del. is an eensie bit more formal, with "you guys" reserved for friends.  My greeting is generally "goood morning."   But for the "form boys" down state, it might be "Hi, ha-yew? (with the short "a" like in "hat.")  "Gud, how 'bout yew?  You rarely hear "pop'' here unless it's someone's father, we say soda.  Bags and sacks get all mixed up, and we say spaghetti sauce, but you don't have to go far to hear tomato "gravy" on spaghetti.  Around here you'd never expect brown gravy on fries, but some areas do it.  Daddy used to "greeze the zink,'' but I don't know if that is common or not.   

[Teresa]

  Diane.. you sure can get the spelling down right . I read it just like they would say it.
lol