Through a random quirk, our schedule has been such that I haven't had to be on watch and idle for the midwatch in a while. For now, it's 3am, I've got 3 1/2 hours to wait until our next job, so it's been a good time to catch up on news, mail, and cooking dinner, too, of course. Tonight included a big as steak, zucchini and baked potato with many, many fixins'. I'm feeling fat and sassy.
You know, southerners do that weird head-tilt thing like a dog does when you say something they don't understand.
In pulling into Port Elizabeth, NJ earlier, we swung around to point bow out, so when we leave, it'll be a straight shot. When the tugboat deckhand asked what was up, I said "We're bangin' a yooey."
Head tilt ensued.
It's one of those things, I guess. Many southerners wouldn't understand that I was referring to a u-turn.
I'd like to think that I'm a little more clued in, these days. For instance, I know that when a southerner says 'bless your heart' they're really saying "oh, fuck you."
Strange, though, I didn't realize that Florida is mostly not part of the south. Now that I'm a resident, I realize that everyone moved there, but few were born there.
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It's generally the area north of Orlando where most of the native Crackers live.
I'm pickin' up what you're laying down... Flippin a Bitch is the one that people usually scratch their heads on when I say it. I come from the very culturally infused USMC School of Terminologies. Where else can you run a game of spades and talk shit the entire time to your dark green brethren and be complimented on your insults? NO WHERE.
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