This was all particularly frustrating to me, as I am a naturally impatient person who also happened to be running up a $120-a-night hotel bill, extended over as many days as this hearing would last. So imagine the content of my thought balloons out there in the spectator section when one particular witness — a lawyer who was being evasive — was answering a question about whether he had known, at a certain point in the past, that a client of his had testified in front of a jury.
Witness: “WAY-ul, ahh CAY-unnt TAY-us-ti-faah to eee-uuuwww thay-ut ahh KNEE-euww thay-ut she HAY-ud TAY-us-ti-faaahd ….
Me: Please stop.
Witness: “... but ahh be-LAY-uv ahh be-CAY-um a-WAY-uhr of thay-ut ...
Me: Please spontaneously combust.
... ay-ut some TIE-um SUB-se-quay-unt to the TIE-um thay-ut ...
Me: I am prepared to pay $5,000 for a blowgun and curare-tipped dart.
As a city dweller, I sometimes have to fight an unattractive and unjustified personal bias against hayseeds, yokels, bumpkins, Jethros and clodhoppers. It is not always easy, because compelling facts keep popping up to feed my cynicism. For example, driving to the court hearing through rural Virginia, I noticed a sign for “Powhite Parkway,” a thoroughfare that leads toward “Lynchburg.” There is also a “Pohick Bay Park.” I am just saying.
(There is also a sign proclaiming “Mount Olive — the Pickle Capital of the World,” which seems very, very wrong to me, as though Little Rock were the Paper and Scissors Capital of the World.)
After a while, though, sitting in court, as vowels trickled and suppurated and slowly phlebotomized into the room, it occurred to me I was thinking about this all wrong. I wasn’t thinking creatively.
Judiciously applied, the North Carolina drawl could be a force for good. If all OB/GYNs were North Carolinians, for example, the entire abortion issue would disappear, in an apolitical fashion, without infringing on anyone’s rights. By the time the doctor has explained to the pregnant woman her various options, the baby will be 2 months old.
If everyone spoke North Carolinian, we’d be spared all those annoying commercials for pharmaceutical products, because they’d become prohibitively expensive: The legally necessary recitation of the side effects at the end, drawled out, would require an hour of airtime. Plus, speed could no longer be used to obfuscate; slowly articulated with syllabic precision, they’d be unbelievably revolting. ( “... FAH-ur-hose dah-uh-REE-uhh ...”)
And finally, the North Carolina model could put an end to drunken bar fights.
New Yorker: You lookin’ at me? YOU LOOKIN’ AT ME?
North Carolinian: WAY-ul, ahh maahhht hay-uv HAY-up-end to hay-uv BEE-un GLAY-un-cin’ TOE-wahd yo-wah pah-TICK-you-lahh ...
New Yorker: Never mind, I gotta go home.
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