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Originally Posted by stargazingboi
yes, different parts of the country have different words and wordings for things, like:
In Mass...we say: where is the bubblah?
translation: where is the water fountain/drinking fountain
In Mass...bang a left at the light
translation: take the next left
In Mass...I'm gonna swing by the packie, you want somethin?
translation: I'm heading to the liquor store, would you like me to pick you up something?
In Mass....that is wicked cool!
translation: That's great!
I could go on....but yeah...it's an interesting little thing to observe. Sometimes it's like we aren't even speaking the same language when I am talking to folks here in the midwest
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LOL! Sounds like home. Love that Dirty Water.
Nobody knows what a coffee frappe is here, my dad always called it a coffee cab, either way you can't get one. They don't have coffee anything. Except coffee. And it's only recently that I've been able to get iced coffee. I would go to a coffee place and ask for an iced coffee and they would look at me strange and say they don't have it. I'd be like do you have coffee? Do you have ice? Put 'em together. They'd just shake their head no.
And it's always trash here, even when it's clearly garbage or should I say gahbidge cause that's how it sounds when I say it. I'd say put it in the garbage and people would just look at me. It's put it in the trash or put it in the poubelle.
I had to stop saying I was going to take the T. People thought I was getting a cup of tea.
You can't get an elastic here, it's a rubber band.
Here it's not a packie or a liquor store. It's the SAQ.
But everybody knows what wicked pissah is!