The very air I breathe
The air is so humid in New Orleans you can cut it with a knife – we’ve all heard that one, but did you know that some of the reason why we are a social beast down here is that voices carry further in damp air than in dry and so we live not only in close proximity but also in hearing range of others.
That of course changes if you are in separate rooms in the same house and have an accent:
Where’s the none?
The what?
The none!
The nan? We finished that.
No, the none.
What?
Next door. The none! Where’d she go?
Oh the nun! She’s in Florida.