Satire-Humorous Brooklynism

I'm driving down Eighteent' Avenoo in Bensonhoist, I am having a wallear for a hero; I jeet nothin' yet, and metballs sound great but I don't wanna wait on line... like deeze nice kids from North Carolina! I tried to jump the line, but duh big guy... a mean-looking man yells, " Get back on line, weisnheimer... I don't like doze kinda of guys...yuh're just another customer! " I am so hungry I could jeet a big cow, an' wanna give him a piece of my silly mind! "Oh my god...he makes me mad!" " Yuh got a lotta nerve, buddy! " I yell back... " Don't yuh mess with a goomba! " " Oh, my god...I sound like doze guys from Duh Sopranos... I wanna no drama, just my meatballs hero and go! " Duh tall, chubby man stares at me an' says," Listen to me, don't yuh tawk to me like dat! "... " Yuh think...yuh're so special!" I axeya in a nice way, so go back to the line...an' wait like dey do!... " Do yuh understand? "..." Someone tell me...whatta I'm gonna do with an idiot like dat? " " Yuh still laugh at me like I am tellin' yuh a whacky joke! " He freezes my words...I can't tawk; and with a huge hero in my hand, I run back to my scash! Translation: I'm driving down Eighteenth Avenue in Bensonhurst, I am having a craving for a sandwich; I haven't eaten anything yet, and meatballs look great, but I don't want to wait in line... like these nice kids from North Carolina! I try to jump the line, but the big guy, a mean-looking man looks at me and shouts, " Get back in line, wise guy...I don't like those kind of guys!" " You are just another customer!" I'm so hungry I could eat a big cow, and I want to give him a piece of my crazy mind, but the tall, chubby man stares at me and says, "Listen to me, don't you talk to me like that!" "You think you are so special! I asked you in a nice way, so go back in line... and wait like they do!"... "Do you understand?..."Someone tell me...what I am going to do with an idiot like that?..."You still laugh at me like I'm telling you a crazy joke!" He freezes my words...I can't talk; and with a huge sanwich in my hand, I quickly run back to my old-beat-up car! Entered in Debarah's Guzzi contest, " Dialects make the world go around " Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci