Thank God we are leaving this place tomorrow. Today I ate alligator, and E.S., after hearing the local accent, has developed a loathsome habit of calling me Darlin’. The fact that this is not a common endearment here is far outweighed in his system of priorities by the fact that it drives me mad. Mad enough, in fact, to eat alligator.
Hopefully you will not develop an automated response that will have you crave for the taste of alligators whenever you are adressed to as Darlin
Because what would that do to the poor alligators? It would have them going mad;)
I obviously cannot use italics properly! Be gentle though. It was my first time…
(using them in comments)
Did he also sneak a picture of you eating alligator?
If so, you’re more or less fucked. You realize this, right?
An actual alligator? Good lord! Or did you just fall on a pair of shoes and happen to suck on them mildly?
enquiring minds, and all that…
I don’t suppose that you thought to ask for the recipe. You’re hopeless. The only time I ever saw alligator on a menu was in a sort of alligator stew. I was, of course, compelled to order it, but it had been chopped so fine that it just seemed like beef, and the stew was so spicy that the alligator flavor, whatever that is, was lost. Alas.
But did the alligator enjoy it?
But not mad enough to feed E.S. to the alligators, one hopes.
I think darlin’ is cute.
Not as cute as puddin’, of course, but cute.
Darlin,
*sigh*
If only I had a boyfriend who talks like that. I go crazy whenever I hea an accent.
Alligator? I did eat shark once but alligator, never. was it any good?
Damn, even I can’t write in italics. I don’t know how to write in the html format.
and I meant hear, not hea.
🙂
I’m in SC and I had friends come visit and at the mall the shopping clerks kept calling them Darling and Sugar. They were really scared. My boyfriend who just moved here picked up the habit of calling me pumpkin also.
Darlin’ is a bit much, but I will unwaveringly say “ya’ll” in any state, Yankee or otherwise.
And Alligator is not so bad. I prefer it baked with a spicey tartar sauce. It’s sort of like chicken meets whatever fish is in those fish stick things.
I take it back, that is disgusting.