It's a Southern Thing. In my case, it's a grandparent thing.
I just checked my posts, and discovered my native reserve saved me. Whew!
Good to know then! I just need a t-shirt now that reads, I'M NOT CONDESCENDING I'M FROM TEXAS.
And fairly unrelated tangent, just about everyone I've met in California so far m u m b l e s. I used to think it was just my relatives, but I'm only catching about half of what my coworkers say and I'm beginning to understand how Emil must feel around Mikkel. Like they'll be saying stuff and I'll assume that they're talking to themselves because it's so quiet, but then there's a pause and I realize they're waiting for me to respond. They probably all think that I'm somewhat deaf, heh, especially since it's likely that I sound really loud to them.