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Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Brush of the Brogue?

I was at the post office today dropping off the usual express mail from work, and I was a little disheartened to see that I got the highly chatty and slow-working Post Office worker. I didn't really mind that he was slow working today, because I only had to wait about 7 minutes in line instead of the usual 30-40. But on the days I wait in the long line and get this guy, it's fury in my bosom, believe you me.

He always tries to chat, and I generally don't like to chat with people I don't know and likely won't see much again. What's the point?, I say. It's not like there's a good reason for us to get to know each other. That's generally how I feel about people I don't expect to see often if ever again. I suppose I will likely never understand people who talk just to talk.

Well, he's gotten enough out of me from our very brief exchanges that he knows a little bit about what I do and how long I've done it. Today, after asking me some work-related question, he asked me where I'm from.

"Murray," I said.

"Really?" he said, "You've got a brush of the brogue."

"The what?" I said.

"The Brogue." he repeated.

I am a little hard of hearing, it's true, but my problem here was more of a semantic nature. So I asked him what "the Brogue" is, and he explained it as something of a southern accent, but then he clarified that it tends to come from people with an Irish background.

Being neither Southern (thanks god), nor Irish (wouldn't have minded a wee bit of that blood), I thought it strange that he would hear such a thing in my accent.

Now, I have heard a little Southern-esque drawl in my voice before. But that's from a tape of me as a circa 5-year-old answering questions from my mother. She wanted to get Zac and I on tape so that we could be humiliated in the future (well, not really, but what other purpose could such a tape hold?). But my little 5-year-old Sra voice definitely had a more rural accent than I ever expected to hear come out of my mouth, when I converted the tape to a CD for mother's day a few years ago.

I've also always had a talent for imitating accents, although I'd say I was better at it when I was younger and less inhibited by the fear of mockery. If I put my mind to it, I could probably feign a pretty good Irish accent.

But as for the Brogue, I think this guy has gone a little postal.

Note to self: Add some 5-yr-old Southern Sra recording to this blog.

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