Yinz! The only time I was in Pittsburg was years back when a friend flew two of us from out this way back there for his wedding. He showed us around town and in the process stopped at a greasy spoon down by the waterfront. When I approached the waitress she asked, in a heavy Pittsburgian accent, "Whatchyinzwants?" At first I thought she was speaking a foreign language. After explaining that I didn't understand what she was saying, my friend, a long time resident, smiled, and stepped in to help with the translation. It had never occurred to me before that there might be parts of this country where I would not be able to understand the language because of the dialect.