My ears, used to hearing Danish, were extra attuned to street conversation today as I walked the streets of Charlottetown. Here are two excerpts that, between them, offer a representative slice of the everyday conversation of Islanders:
Guy One: How’s she going?
Guy Two: Oh, same old…
Guy One: I hear yah.
Woman: Isn’t Shane’s mother you father’s sister?
Man: Who’s Shane?