Having bounced around the country after leaving the City I've always found the local accent to be quite interesting. What has been equally interesting is that folks regularly thought that I must be from NYC when I would begin to chat with them. Interestingly the accent would lead to a degree of prejudice especially in the south where a person from NYC is one step above Satan. Of course, the moment I said I was from the City, they knew the devil was at hand. The local chapter of the KKK would have an emergency meeting, because they were convinced the end of the world was actually at hand. Tent revivals would sprout up that very evening, virgins would be sent to the next county, and there would a run on Coke products at the Piggly Wiggly. I swear it's true.