QUOTE(Reba @ Sep 3 2008, 06:29 PM)

I dunno if they do this in other parts of the US, but for some unfathomable reason, "evening" starts at around 10AM here!
You live in Nawth Keh'lahnah? I lived there for 200 years (1984-1986). It's a different world. When I found myself driving behind a man who was wearing a hat, I knew that I would grow old before I reached my destination. In Charlotte (named after an English queen, si man?), when the stoplights turned red, people rocked their cars back & forth over the pressure-plates in the pavement to try to get the lights to change. Also in Charlotte, you could come to the intersection of Queens Road & Queens Road. Carolinian English is less a dialect than it is a throat-disease.
Most tellingly, the temperature one night in Charlotte fell to 5 degrees F. (an all-time record). The next day, my acquaintances were saying "Ah nearly froze mah AY-ss off!" Having grown up in (and having moved from) Iowa, I was hard-put to keep from LAUGHING my ay-ss off, thinking "Is THIS as cold as it gets?"
Also, even the passing mention of a possible snowflake caused businesses to close, schools to be let out, and the "barbaric cottonheads" (secret Yanqui term for the natives) to rush to the supermarkets to clear the shelves of bread, milk, and Spam. (North Carolinians are the world's heaviest consumers of Spam, si man.) THAT was always funny. (For those unfamiliar with Spam, it's a canned glop that likely consists of meat by-products, moose-droppings, Hamster Yummies, and probably also a few hamsters themselves. Even slathering it in treacle would not much increase its palatability.)
My most lasting memory of Charlotte was when a buddy (from Philadelphia) & I were sitting in a trendy bar, nursing our drinks and sedately watching the social action go on around us. After several contemplative minutes, he turned to me and said, "You know what I would really like to encounter someday?" I asked, "What?" He said, "A Southern woman... with a MIND." I nodded solemnly, and we returned to our observation.
On the basis of my experience, the transgression of referring to morning or afternoon as "evening" is neither weighty nor out of character for North Carolina. However, it IS enough to drive one to drink. "Bartender! Tap me up a cold treacle and set it on the bar!" Si, man.