Dialect and enunciations are a funny thing. I moved away from where I grew up 20 years ago. When I lived there, people would ask me where I was from, and would be floored when I told them that I was born, and raised right there.
When my Dad had his triple by-pass surgery three years ago, the one nurse was trying to figure out the connection between us. The first time I met her, she was changing the cathater bag, and told me to be careful, or she would pee on my boots. Told her it wouldn't be the first time. She asked if I had ever peed on my own boots, and had to tell her that it had been known to happen. Once we got the relationship established, she could see it. The thing that got her was that I talk more "rural: as she put it, but my Dad talked more city-like. It really blew her mind when I told her that he was the one that grew up in the country, and I was raised in the city. We had a good laugh over that one. She was a great nurse, and I do thank her for what she did for my Dad.