auto-baub
In New York, my family calls me BAHB. In New England, people call me BAUB. They flip the accents like that. I went to a different liquor store in North Cambridge to get my first bottle of Maker's in a year or two. When the heavily tattooed proprietor viewed my license, he called me Bob. But before I left, he had also called me Baub and told me to have a good night, Baubby.
Labels: regionalism

