I used to be so embarrassed about my accent. I HATED it. When I was in Maine, people would make me repeat things - most time it was just so they could hear me talk.
I went into a store to buy art supplies and the cashier actually called her boss over, then looked at me and said, "Say something so he can hear Do it!"
THEN I discovered that northern men fall all over southern girls with southern accents.
That's when my daddy sent me a plane ticket home.
