Yesterday I was at the HEB in San Angelo, Texas. The checkout guy was good-naturedly grilling his coworker about vegetable codes, and mumbled something about grooming his protege as I walked up. He rang up my stuff, and handed me the receipt, saying, "There ye be!"

I said, "That's pirate-speak!"

He said, "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, when you talk like a pirate, you say 'Arrr!' alot. You say things like 'There ye be!', and 'My, she be yar.'"

So he hands me my groceries, and says, "Arrr, ye be havin' yerself a mighty fine Christmas, ye hear? An' thank ye fer shoppin' at HEB!"

Arr, marry that lad I would, but he's harf me age....