Riding my quick route through the city a few weeks ago, I came upon two women trying to jump a car. They asked if I new how to attach jumper cables; I did, but the terminals were badly corroded. AAA had been called; I was about to throw it in when another guy on a bike rode up to help. He used his shirt to clean off the terminals, and we got a connection. A few minutes later, the wagon was fired up and ready to go. The two women couldn't have been more thankful.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Even the most educated Pittsburgher defaults to a yinzer accent when trying to say a word they are unsure the pronunciation of. Think 'prosciutto' 'proletariat''hors d'oeuvre' or 'repertoire'