I just spent the last two days working with a Texan runner who had two responses to pretty much just about everything.
GIDDY UP and COOL-COOL.
Giddy up and/or cool-cool came up when a) I asked him to do something b) I thanked him for doing something c) We passed in the hall d) We made eye contact and e) through z) At the close of every exchange we shared. The only variation from this verbal two-step was the occasional, "You got it, girl".
By day two I honestly felt, when talking to him, that not only did I have it but that things really were cool.
I just wondered two things.
1) Why hadn't he shot me any pistol-fingered chk-chks and
2) WHO SAYS THIS?
While I never got a chance to discuss number one with him, I did get some insight when a delivery guy brought us food for the buses at the end of the night. My runner said, "Hey man, thanks for separating the orders. We'll take the bags for the green bus first," and the delivery guy answered back, "Cool-cool."
Ah-ha! People in Grand Prairie, Texas say this.
A few days later I was downloading photos and I laughed when I saw the ones of Geoff with the oxygen tank that the mile-high city of Denver supplies backstage. The tanks are supposed to be for performers, in case they get light-headed before they have to go onstage. In the offices, though, they are in case we get slaphappy before the night is over. The look on Geoff's face, as he's pulling the gas mask off his mouth, is ridiculous. And I knew, even if Geoff didn't, what he was thinking: GIDDY UP.