This note was in the window of a shuttered strip mall business. It was a sort of 99-cent store.
I wonder if Prozac works for "economical depression"?
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Let me explain.
The term bubbler is a quintessential Milwaukee thing. A bubbler is what the rest of the world (except Rhode Island, parts of Connecticut and the Boston area) would call a drinking fountain. The Yoopers also use it, but we all know they are just Wisconsin wannabees anyway.
When I first moved to California, I would use the term and get blank stares in response. The world was a much smaller place then and I had no clue that bubbler was just a regional colloquialism.
I use it as the title of my blog as a way to connect with those that know what it means and hopefully interest those that don't.
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What's a Bubbler?
Let me explain.
The term bubbler is a quintessential Milwaukee thing. A bubbler is what the rest of the world (except Rhode Island, parts of Connecticut and the Boston area) would call a drinking fountain. The Yoopers also use it, but we all know they are just Wisconsin wannabees anyway.
When I first moved to California, I would use the term and get blank stares in response. The world was a much smaller place then and I had no clue that bubbler was just a regional colloquialism.
I use it as the title of my blog as a way to connect with those that know what it means and hopefully interest those that don't.
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- MaryRuth
- Born in Milwaukee, I moved to Southern California in 1980, with a five-year hiatus in Maui. I now live in Torrance, California with my SO. I design circuit boards, a job I totally love. If I wasn't doing that, I would love to have a small restaurant. Things that make me happy: cooking, eating, music, and vegetating in my backyard.
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3 comments:
You didn't happen to fly to Nigeria, take a picture and transport back to So Cal, did you?
GR--I'll bet you come across some real winners like this too. This sort of sounded like it came straight out of one of those translation apps like "babel fish".
I'm guessing the store owner is Korean--judging from the location of the store.
I have to say though, I couldn't have written any thing this complicated in any other language but English, so I have to give them a little credit for trying.
Yeah, I think if I tried to write something like that in Tonga (which is the only other language I could attempt it in), it would probably be very similar. I wonder what they're going to do now that the shop is closed.
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