Lying under the shade, enjoying the waves while doing some light summer reading on historic military battles to repel the advance of Islam in the seventh century. Ms Cowdoc rises from her sunbathing spot, walks over and declares; "I think I'm going back to the house, I can't take anymore of this woman next to us' voice, its really getting on my nerves".
Me: "hmmm, I hadn't noticed it, I'll stay out a little longer."
Me 20 minutes later: Holy hell! I can't take any more!🙉
Best described as a northeastern yankee dialect with kinda a valley girl cadence. For whatever reason, it seems to cut through the noise of the crashing waves and travel an incredible distance.
Nails.On. A. Chalkboard
Anyway....I'm back at the house now