I love listening to all accents! I have since I was a little girl, and I pick them up fairly easily, too.
When we drove semi (all 48 states and bits of Canada), we had a blast listening to accents. My favorite story is when we were staying at our company's Atlanta terminal (Atlanta may have a high percentage of nawtherners, but the truck terminals down there don't ). My husband had been asleep in the sleeper, and rolled out of bed to come in and go to the bathroom and take a shower in whatever clothes he grabbed first. If memory serves, it was an orange flowered shirt, purple "jam" shorts (this was a while back), knee-high socks, and his trucking company cap with his long ponytail sticking out the back.
He said "Hi, Sweetie" to me as he went past. The good ol' boy I'd been talking to (bit of a redneck but still the Southern gentleman) looked at me for a moment, and, with just a touch of understatement said, "Y'all ain't from 'round here, are ya?"