This is not only the end of the month but the end of a semester here in Madison, where the University of Wisconsin looms large. As a result there are moving vans parked in front of many of the apartments. I doubt we have any undergraduates living in our complex, but a lot of the young families have that graduate-student look about them. This may also account for the large number of our neighbors who are from India.
The oddity of the morning was a conversation with the woman who schedules volunteers for the library. One of our volunteers died while I was away and they are looking for people to take her spots. She worked Saturdays, noon until two, not the most popular time slot. I called to say I would take one of the spots, but the volunteer coordinator is so talkative that I could hardly get a word in. I offered three times to take one weekend a month, but she just kept talking about how she was sure I had a Baltimore accent -- something I have never been accused of in the past -- and how charming Tom was on the phone when she called and on and on and on. I finally extricated myself from the conversation without any commitment on either side about when or whether I will work on a Saturday. She seems to be filling the slots pro tempore and has them covered until the end of June. I promised to call back.
Baltimore?
3 comments:
The accent bit is humorous - I was born in Florida, learned to talk in Biloxi, and had parents with strong PA Dutch accents, but have been told frequently I have a Nova Scotia accent.
Wow, those sniffles have turned your hair black. Let me know if they make hair grow.
As for the Baltimore accent, I know someone from South Africa who was told by someone in the US that she had a Bronx accent.
When I went off to university, a flight attendant asked if I were British because of my accent. I think that was the gay peeking out.
Post a Comment