Rudy just stared. This was Penny, right? The girl (he thought it was
Penny) Turned and looked at him through his rolled-down window, "Rudy, is
that you? What brings you up here into Maine at this time of year?" Yes,
it was definately Penny, but she was talking differently, too. Gone was
her text-book accent, and in it's place was... well, I could just call it a
Maine accent, but that's cheap. I'll do my best to describe what they talk
like in Maine. If they were to say 'here' it would sound like he-uh. And
year is ye-uh. Instead of 'of' it's the small 'a' sound. That should
help, I think. Sorry for the interruption. back to the story.
"Penny? You sound..."
"Different? Yeah, I know. The first lesson for tourists like yourselves is that we might talk funny in Maine, but we're still smarter (said smaht- ah) then you are." This illicited many giggles from the girls in the back of the group.
"huh?" At Rudy's response, the girls laughed harder.
"It's on one of Maine's most popular bumper stickers." A long-haired blond girl, by the name of Chelssea explained. "So, you want to get to the Inn? Your in luck, that's where we're stayin'. I would tell you where it is, but you can't get there (they-uh) from here." More giggles. One short girl with short black hair fell over laughing,Chelsea shot back "Quiet, Jenelle."
"Whatever, Chelsea."
"What was that all about?" Rudy stopped watching the girls in the back.
"It's Maine humor. Sometimes I almost forget your a tourist. No Mainiac north of Bangor would be caught dead asking for directions, If they do, that's the response they'll get. All Maine citizens are brought up with that quote."
"And I guess that your not a tourist?" Rudy was skeptical.
"You know, Pen, he's right. You are a tourist now." Chelsea teased. "Probably the kind that can't eat a lobster, too."
"You want to bet?"
"Your on."
"What's going on?" Rudy asked.
"Chelsea and I are going to have a lobster fight, and we just invited you to lunch. Come on!"
The Tabooties parked their car, and followed Penny toward a small house with several wooden boilers out front. There was a sign over it, "McGinnis' Lobster Pot."
Penny turned to Chelsea, "Loser pays for all?"
"Better get out your wallet."
"Right. You know that I can eat a lobster faster then you, and iI/i actually take the time to eat the legs." The legs have the best meat, but most people don't bother, because it take's too long to get the meat out. I however, have prefected the technique.
"Well, I eat the tamali." (the Tamali is this green stuff inside of a lobster. Basically, the stomache. It's considered a delicacy in some countrys, but I never really liked it.)
"That's just because your gross."
"Whatever. Anyway, you iused/i to eat Lobster faster then me. But now that your not a local... I don't know."
"Just eat."
They both bent over their lobster (for during the argument they had ordered) and wrenched off the tail.
"Penny? You sound..."
"Different? Yeah, I know. The first lesson for tourists like yourselves is that we might talk funny in Maine, but we're still smarter (said smaht- ah) then you are." This illicited many giggles from the girls in the back of the group.
"huh?" At Rudy's response, the girls laughed harder.
"It's on one of Maine's most popular bumper stickers." A long-haired blond girl, by the name of Chelssea explained. "So, you want to get to the Inn? Your in luck, that's where we're stayin'. I would tell you where it is, but you can't get there (they-uh) from here." More giggles. One short girl with short black hair fell over laughing,Chelsea shot back "Quiet, Jenelle."
"Whatever, Chelsea."
"What was that all about?" Rudy stopped watching the girls in the back.
"It's Maine humor. Sometimes I almost forget your a tourist. No Mainiac north of Bangor would be caught dead asking for directions, If they do, that's the response they'll get. All Maine citizens are brought up with that quote."
"And I guess that your not a tourist?" Rudy was skeptical.
"You know, Pen, he's right. You are a tourist now." Chelsea teased. "Probably the kind that can't eat a lobster, too."
"You want to bet?"
"Your on."
"What's going on?" Rudy asked.
"Chelsea and I are going to have a lobster fight, and we just invited you to lunch. Come on!"
The Tabooties parked their car, and followed Penny toward a small house with several wooden boilers out front. There was a sign over it, "McGinnis' Lobster Pot."
Penny turned to Chelsea, "Loser pays for all?"
"Better get out your wallet."
"Right. You know that I can eat a lobster faster then you, and iI/i actually take the time to eat the legs." The legs have the best meat, but most people don't bother, because it take's too long to get the meat out. I however, have prefected the technique.
"Well, I eat the tamali." (the Tamali is this green stuff inside of a lobster. Basically, the stomache. It's considered a delicacy in some countrys, but I never really liked it.)
"That's just because your gross."
"Whatever. Anyway, you iused/i to eat Lobster faster then me. But now that your not a local... I don't know."
"Just eat."
They both bent over their lobster (for during the argument they had ordered) and wrenched off the tail.