My office manager recently went on a bus trip that took them through Tennessee. A couple of men on the trip were arguing about how a particular town name was pronounced. You say tomato. I say tomahto. I call it corn. People in Michigan call it maize. Whatever.
This argument persisted until the bus stopped for a break. The two men carried their debate into the establishment, and finally, the one man went to one of the workers.
“Do you live here?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Good. Can you please tell this man,” he said pointing to the guy he was arguing with, “VERY SLOWLY where we are?”
With a straight face she slowly replied, “BUR . . . GER . . . KING.”