...for I have actually had someone say to me, in the dulcet tones of the Bronx, "Where you from? You don't tawk funny like dese udder peeple around here."
There was a whole tribe of them, calling back and forth to each other across the store in their native tongue. I think if I was exposed to those mellifluous sounds for ten minutes more, I'd have flipped out and killed everyone in the room. I don't see how Noo Yawkers live with it; I guess you get used to it, but damn if it isn't like fingernails on a blackboard to us poor hicks.
(For those imagining I have some sort of magnolia blossom accent from living in the South, unfortunately I do not. My early years in the midwest have permanently scarred my diction, so that while I use Southern grammar and slang, it all comes right out my nose in tall-corn style.)