When I was little, my mommy forbade us to use her colognes, so, of course we stole uses ever so often, and we thought it a great honour and privilege to be given a 'legal spray' from the lady herself.
One day we were all going somewhere very special, and mummy felt extra-generous with her cologne. She lined us up (four kids) and sprayed each of us: two squirts behind the ears, one on the neck, and one squirt splat in the middle of our chests.
So my turn came, and I got sprayed. And I felt good for about two minutes. Then the damn thing started to burn.
Ruthie: Mummy, it a bun me inna me chest...
Mummy: Speak better than that child!!
Ruthie (baring her burning chest-- and with a heavy lisp): It is burning me into my yasso!
PS: 'Yasso' - Jamaican patois for 'here-so' or 'here'
7 comments:
mummy tells everybody that story... she thinks it's sooo funny!
Lol, Thanks for explaining that.
no prob, lol
HA!!!!!
lol,does it still burn in your yasso?
Very funny!
Two things I was always being corrected for:
I loved to say Cho! My grandmother's retort was always: Yuh know wha' cho mean? hog baxide!
I also loved to say watch ya! one of my schoolage friends would always respond,"Speak properly! you must say look here!"
So I adjusted and said "watch here!"
None of that correction ever worked. I still say cho! watchya and kiss my teeth all the time.
That's funny. Apparently I have a similar story and fortunately or otherwise I can't remember it well. Oh well :-)
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