Men are from Mars and women are from Venus -- but my wife is from Kagoshima.
That means she doesn't speak Japanese the way most people do. She carries a wee accent. Wee to me, for I more or less jam the entire Japanese language into the very same box -- one stamped with a question mark.
To fellow Japanese, though, her words stick out like a sumo wrestler on skates. Even in the anonymous crush of Tokyo, all she need do is peep out a single sentence, and for surrounding commuters she instantly changes from some lady standing by the door into some lady from Kagoshima standing by the door.