When I first moved up to Northwest Arkansas, I was surprised how different my southern Arkansas drawl was from the norm up here where I now live. Over the years, I seem to blend in more and lost most of the drawl. When I worked in the 911 dispatch center, my first job at the police department, I started getting hammered by the officers for my radio voice in stressful situations. I became a somewhat popular dispatcher from what I was told because the more stressful the call and the radio traffic, the more bored and calm my voice became, but, apparently the southern drawl returned with a vengeance as priority of the call increased. One time in an incident debriefing we all had to attend after a very long vehicle and foot pursuit, one of the officers commented that having me on the radio during the pursuit was "like listening to Foghorn Leghorn MC an insurance seminar." We were all laughing so hard after he said that we didn't get much accomplished in the debriefing. So, I guess my drawl comes back now and then....lol