What-not

Me and Dorothy were scrounging round this yard sale and come up on a corner what-not just like my grandma had in her living room. I asked the young woman what were selling the stuff how much she wanted for her what-not. She didn't know what I were talking about. I told her that brown shelf what fit in a corner were called a what-not and she said she ain't never heard nobody call it that. It got me thinking things is moving so fast I reckon there will be a time when real young peoples and real old peoples will be talking two different languages. We might as well be in Paris, France if nobody knows what nobody else are saying.