True story: In 1989, a friend and I were coming back from Spring Break in Florida, and stopped at a KFC along Interstate 75 in Valdosta, Georgia, for lunch. We ended up in line behind four college guys with Illinois sweatshirts.
The perky, cute, very efficient black lady behind the register took one of the frat boys' orders, then looked up at him, smiled sweetly, and said, in the thickest south Georgia drawl I had EVER heard, "Would yew lahk a beeeskit wif thayut?"
He looked at the poor girl like she was speaking Klingon. All he could say was, "Uh, what?"
Unfazed, she repeated the question. "Would yew lahk a beeeskit wif thayut!"
He just stared at her. Fortunately, I'm bilingual--I speak Southern *and* English (although being a native Virginian, a south Georgia dialect is very different). I tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Dude, she wants to know if you want a biscuit with that."
She nodded vigorously, still smiling.
Fifteen years later and it still cracks me up.
There's no sweeter sound to these unreconstructed ears than a Southern accent, be it Virginia foothills, south Georgia plains, or Texas desert.
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Being from Va. myself, it amazes me that folks just cannot understand plain english!
True story #2: I happened to be living in the South some years ago and I went out to dinner with my girlfriend who was from SC and had a nice accent, but it was not overly noticeable.
We got to the restaurant and the hostess was a very nice looking (about as hot as my girl) young Asian-American girl. No big deal.
Then the hostess started talking -- and she had the sweetest Southern accent.
Not fair to introduce men with such an attraction in front of their girlfriend, I don't think, ha ha ha.