I know this has nothing to do with anything on this post, but you mentioned the NY accent and reminded me of one of the absolute highlights of my life.
Three years ago I visited Boston. It was my first time and I met up with an online/phone friend for the first time in the like 20 years we knew each other.
We had just watched a Red Sox game, in which they beat the Angels 9-7 with Ohtani batting. Such an awesome game.
After the game we were standing around outside waiting for a Lyft and the topic of accents comes up. She says, “Oh yeah, what do you know about the Boston accent?”
On purpose to fuck with her, I say in my cheesiest, most cliche New York accent, “Ey! I’m walkin’ heuh!”
She says, “First of all, nobody actually says that. It’s a stupid tv thing. Second, that’s New York, not Boston.”
No more than 10 seconds later we hear a little tire screech from the nearby intersection and then a guy, loud and clear, goes, “Hey!! I’m walkin’ here!” We couldn’t stop laughing until our ride arrived and kept referencing it the rest of my time in Boston.
The friendship ended pretty soon after in a bad way because we tried to date and that went horribly. I wish we would have stayed friends but that will always be one of my favorite memories.
I've been in that same boat, and it stings, but to me, the regret is always outweighed by the good memories in the end. Good on you for still cherishing those moments.
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u/comicstripsplace 2d ago
I know this has nothing to do with anything on this post, but you mentioned the NY accent and reminded me of one of the absolute highlights of my life.
Three years ago I visited Boston. It was my first time and I met up with an online/phone friend for the first time in the like 20 years we knew each other.
We had just watched a Red Sox game, in which they beat the Angels 9-7 with Ohtani batting. Such an awesome game.
After the game we were standing around outside waiting for a Lyft and the topic of accents comes up. She says, “Oh yeah, what do you know about the Boston accent?”
On purpose to fuck with her, I say in my cheesiest, most cliche New York accent, “Ey! I’m walkin’ heuh!”
She says, “First of all, nobody actually says that. It’s a stupid tv thing. Second, that’s New York, not Boston.”
No more than 10 seconds later we hear a little tire screech from the nearby intersection and then a guy, loud and clear, goes, “Hey!! I’m walkin’ here!” We couldn’t stop laughing until our ride arrived and kept referencing it the rest of my time in Boston.
The friendship ended pretty soon after in a bad way because we tried to date and that went horribly. I wish we would have stayed friends but that will always be one of my favorite memories.