Sometimes I love my accent like I love having a hole in my head. I've noticed that on trips yankeeward, at least one person will say the dreaded phrase:
"You have a southern accent! How cute!"
"Why…thank you." (Of course, in the way I speak, that comes out more like "Whaaaah, thaink yew." This is the point where I start to cringe.)
Groan. Ok, time to don my best educated-Arkansas accent. "I hate being asked to do this?"