Current mood:

amused

regional dialect
I am fascinated by small regional variations in pronunciation. Having been in California most of my life, I have been surrounded by the blandest accent on earth, and so its tiniest nuances sometimes please me disproportionately.

Leaseman: Hey, could you bring up property reports for the Stanley building on Booner Street?
Cranky Desk Monkey: Booner eh? How do you spell that?

(Note: I know perfectly well how to spell that. I just love tormenting people who add imaginary sounds onto words, because I am a wretched person. Just ask Poppy how many times I have coaxed her to say "orange" or "wash" in our fifteen years of friendship. If I dared, I would torment football fans who pronounce it FARV instead of the correct, nancy-Francy, way not manly FAHHHVRRH.)

Leaseman: B-U-H-N-E.
CDM: No R?
Leaseman: No...but that's the way I pronounce it.
CDM: GLEE!

(To be fair, I have blundered on names around here too--"Burre Center" is BURRAY Center, and locals will look at you like you've grown another head if you say Burr.)