A reader commented that if I was ever in New Jersey, I had a place to stay. That made me think about a funny story.
Years and years ago, I met a friend at the Gettysburg quilt show. We spent several days together. I had met her before because she came to my house in Kentucky once for us to go to the Paducah quilt show and then she came again when we went to Martha Pullen’s Quilt Expo in Alabama.
While in Gettysburg, one of my friend’s friends came and met us. She was from Maine or one of those states with a distinct accent. I really had a had time understanding her and was kind of embarrassed that it was almost like we were speaking two different languages. We were in a restaurant eating soup and salad and I can’t remember if the friend of the friend dropped her fork but when the server, who was a young man, came by, she said “Excuse me. Could I have a fork?”
Oh, my goodness . . it did NOT sound like “fork”. You don’t even want to know what it sounded to me like she was asking for . . but you can probably imagine. Immediately I realized she was asking for a FORK and I had to try so hard to keep a straight face. I didn’t want her to think I was laughing at her accent, because I wasn’t – I was laughing at myself and what I thought she said. I’m sure she thought my accent was really different too.
Another thing she said . . we were talking about floors and I thought she was saying she didn’t like having “dot” floors. I said “I don’t remember ever having seen a dotted floor.” My friend said “DARK . . not dot!” Sounded like dot to me!
So, reading the comment about me visiting New Jersey, the two of us would probably need interpreters or translators!