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A couple of anectdotes on fixin', which seems to be a southern thang. Both of these happened in Dallas..
The first happened on a project which had a diverse group of people for the time (1980), which is another way of saying we were all born in the U.S.
Gary from NY comes up to a group of us shooting the breeze and says "Hey YouseGuys, what's goin' on?"
Steve, good-ole-boy from the South (is this redundant, do they have them anywhere else?) drawls "YouseGuys?. What's up with this "YouseGuys"? Can't you talk normal?"
Gary - "Well, what about you, with fixin'? It's always "I'm fixin' to do this, fixin' to do that. It's like your All-Poipus-Utility-Voib!!!." Steve had to admit he'd been trumped.
And there was the time at the Dallas airport - A Southwest Airlines gate attendant yelled out "Come awn everybody, we're Fixin' to GIT!!!".
Now about barbeque - most times round these parts it's pronounced BARB-q, and no, I didn't accidentally miss a syllable. And of course a real Texan wouldn't dignify anything that didn't start as a cow and end with being covered with a tomatoe-based sauce as worthy of the name.
Now unofficially (don't tell anybody), when I spent a week in my mother's home town in North Carolina last summer, I decided that that pork imitation wasn't half-bad. Of course it did still have a tomato-based sauce....