A conversation between Dave (my very Hoosier Husband) and Benjamin (Dave's very West Virginian 18 year old cousin) as I sit by and try to figure out what is going on.
Benjamin: "Ya'll fond of ramps?"
Me looking at Dave for translation help
Dave: "What'd ya say, bro?"
Benjamin: "Ya'll like ya some ramps?"
Me now swinging back and forth like I'm watching a ping pong match, still trying to figure out what is being said and how we should respond.
Dave, with a quizzical look on his face..."One more time, buddy..."
Benjamin: "Ramps...ya'll like ya some ramps?"
Dave: "You mean like bicycle ramps?"
Aunt Jorehetta who is standing near by: "Honey, they don't know what no ramps are..."
Benjamin, who is trying not to laugh at Dave's bicycle ramps comment: "Ramps...you know, wild onions...right up there on that there hill..."
Dave, who is feeling very embarrassed at getting wild onions and bicycle ramps confused: "Uh, yea, sure, we like ramps."
It took me three days to even fully follow a conversation down in West Virginia. Evidently, there seems to be a huge language barrier between West Virginia Mountaineers and Indiana Hoosiers.
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