You'd love to hear my husband do his "The locals" routine. He's in the Bronx and upper Manhattan, and he's originally from Brooklyn. The locals are the people that live around the firehouse. He brings home new words, and stories-my GOD-he usually has me in stitches.
He had a story yesterday about a run he had-apparently a guy decided that a propane tank was good for scrap metal, so the guy first tried to drain it by...DRILLING A HOLE IN IT!!! How the guy didn't blow himself up was a miracle. the problem was-the neighbors called the police, and since they're not dumb, they called the fire department. The guy was spitting mad that "Dem fooks din wan fa me ta eat dis week" He vowed revenge, so then the police had to come anyway.
A friend of mine who's a EMS medic in the city had a run where there's a guy laying in the middle of the living room, the rest of the family is sitting around him, and watching TV!!! So, the Medic comes in, he asks what happened. "He had fits cuz dint wan take his peanut butter balls" (I'll let you figure that one out)
I love those stories.
Scary though that trees what be falling on people.