Power of suggestion

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Sometimes don't you just feel...Blah? You're not down, really, but, you're not up either? I think I was fine until I spoke with a friend on the phone earlier today, and she asked me what was wrong. "Nothing", I said."Really? Because you don't sound like your bubbly self." Suddenly I was craving bubble gum, and I had no explanation as to why. And then, the other day, the cashier at the grocery store asked me if I had a hearing impairment because her son (or someone she knew, I can't be sure. I didn't really hear her.) had one too, and oh my gosh what a coincidence. It's like we were the only two people in the world with this issue. Only mine really wasn't an issue. I was simply trying to utilize my Utah accent to its fullest. So now I am totally worried that my ears are failing me and I find myself straining to listen to the ants crawling, because I swear I could hear them a week ago.
And what's so wrong with my accent that really isn't an accent? According to a foreign friend of mine, we, here in the western United States have the least attractive way of speaking because there's nothing special about it. Now them folk from down yonder, eastward 'n such, that's some mighty fine speaky. Seriously, I love the accents of those from Georgia, Mississippi (isn't that fun to spell?) and Lousiana. I'm sure I've left some out, but these were the first three that came to mind.
I bet if I brushed up on my imaginary southern inflections, it would no longer be a hearing impairment we're dealing with. It just might be the best thing since The Clapper. What will Cashier have to say to me then, eh?

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Vicky said…
When I come see you, we must go to the grocery store and see what "Miss Cashier" thinks of my accent, you think? ha ha ha
July 3, 2008 at 10:55 AM
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