While I may not be saying y’all (*yet), I have begun to pick up the slightest southern accent (certain words) along with “southern talking ways.” It really is crazy how it just HAPPENS but it has. We’ve been in Nashville now for a little over 8 months and it’s happening. The biggest thing I’ve noticed is that I shorten everything. Example: “Babe, you wanna get in the car and go drivin’? As long as we’re lookin’ both ways, I doubt we’ll get run over by the crazy drivers takin’ over the roads.”
It’s official. The drivers here are still the worst I’ve ever encountered in my entire life. You know how after you come back from a long vacation (one where you haven’t been driving), and then when you go to drive your car again it kind of feels like, “whoa! I kinda forget what I’m doing!” ?! (Please tell me I’m not the only one who goes through this.) I feel like that’s how these southern drivers must feel every single day.
Movie theater goers banter is…. well, it’s quite different here in the south than it was in Chicago. Let me just give you an example. Paint you a picture, if you will.
Chicago movie theater goers banter: Man: “Oh hell naw, oh hell naw!” Woman: “Dat b*tch better run! Ohhhhh!”
Southern movie theater goers banter: Man: “Well sh*t, Joan. That there dinosaur is comin’ – she best git gone! She can’t run with them heels on.” Woman: “Bob, hush. Yer gonna spill the popcorn, now!”
(That last one was a real conversation overheard in the Nashville movie theater while watching Jurassic World.)
It’s the biggest deal in the south when any type of new building goes up, specifically a gas station and especially if that gas station is going up close to where you live. Not only is it the talk of the town but you’ll find yourself in full conversation with others about it, updating everyone each day with any updates. Example: “They have lights now! Working lights! And it looks like they’re stocked but they’re not really stocked. They just have the fake pictures of things in the refrigerators. At least, that’s all I can tell while driving past, but my husband did see the Slushie Guy there on Friday so surely it will open soon!” (I mean, this may or may not have really come out of my mouth.) Friends of ours who just moved to another neighborhood even expressed their disappointment… over having moved. And I quote: “Had we known that gas station was going in there, we would have stayed!” On opening day – after MONTHS of waiting – Christian and I hopped in the car first thing in the morning and took the drive down the street to visit the gas station for the first time. As we walked in, a woman handed out free donuts (my new best friend, don’t ya know it) and then, as I was getting my coffee, I heard another man talking to the donut lady and he said, “Yeah, we kind of had an ongoing joke in our family about how long it would take for this place to open. My daughter was about to have our first grandchild and we had bets on who would be here first – the baby or the gas station.” I love that Christian and I weren’t the only ones making bets on a gas station. (I also debated on whether or not to give that guy the side eye… that donut lady is mine, dude.) (I refrained.)
*Also? The whole “y’all” thing? It totally happened. I’m still in shock that it actually came out of my mouth, and that I actually got it on video. I’m very southern now, obviously. Because nothing brings out “y’all” like a new gas station.