I work with a Southerner transplanted to the Pacific Northwest. He ‘s a hoot on scene, as he brings a different perspective to things.
I knew we’d bet along just fine on our first call together. We were outside next to the rig when we looked at each other and simultaneously blurted out “What. The. Fuck. Over.” It was spontaneous and set the tone for our working relationship.
So we found ourselves on another call recently. The trailer was not the cleanest in the world, and we were treading in some feline feces.
So Southern Boy turned to the occupant, and in his normal loud, boistrous voice, pronounced that there was ‘cat poop’ on the floor.
Damned if he didn’t hear him the first time.
Southern Boy hitched up his pants and said even louder:
“CAT POO-OOP!”
It was all I could do not to snicker out loud. Thank heavens I had a patient to attend to.
It was just that I’d never heard the word ‘poop’ said so loud or in two syllables!
Now, I am not totally ignorant of the genteel southern ways. I’m a big fan of sweet tea. I love Waffle House.
And I’ve definitely heard the other term for feces, and it was most certainly said using two very clear and distinct syllables.
“Shee-It”
I was in tears retelling the story to Hilda later that evening. Southern Boy has just got to come up for some adult beverages in the Tiki Lounge…
