The best thing is the phone calls from campaign workers. Last night I heard something odd when I answered the phone, "Err ewe tarred of thee currupshin en Keener?" I was quite taken aback by this. I thought maybe I was in a time warp and had returned to my life in Jackson, MS of three years ago. "Pardon me?" I said. Much louder this time, "ERR EWE TARRED OF THEE CURRUPSHIN EN KEENER?" The extra volume confirmed the fact that I heard the weirdness of the accent correctly the first time around.
I decided to go for broke here and plunged into the call with the glee of a cannonballer off the diving board, "Actually, I don't know if there really is that much corruption in Kenner. I think it might be a ploy by some candidates to distract voters away from the fact that they don't have anything to recommend themselves as truly viable officeholders."
That just threw off the whole plan for the rest of the call. There was silence and then some sputtering about "thee currupshin." I was about to start laughing so I quickly told the stammerer I had to go eat dinner and hung up. I don't even know which worthy contender the caller was working for. I blew the script to shreds. I almost felt bad. Hee hee!