Posted by episode81 on September 11, 2009
I get asked about my accent all the time. When people discover that I am British and not Australian, Irish or Russian (yes, really), I then get a potted history of their trips to the UK and questions about their next trip.
Everyone has the same questions that largely revolve around places to visit in London. I try to be polite, but inside, I am screaming “Buy a guidebook!”. Sheesh – I haven’t lived there since 1996! The world has moved on since I was there – new phrases have popped up that I have to ask my UK-based friends to translate. That’s pants, that is and fair play to name but two.
Anywho, I digress …
Believe me when I tell you that the cute accent thing can get really old. It happens everywhere – work, restaurants, shops … and even at the dentist.
There I was, sitting in the dentist chair with a mouthful of dentist’s fingers, when she uttered those dreaded words – “Oh, I love your accent!”.
Me With A Mouthful Of Dentist’s Fingers: <great, here we go>
Owner Of Dentist’s Fingers: “My husband is from Finland. Nobody understands him either”
MWAMODF: “Ier?” <Translation: Either? Awesome>
OODF: <to the hygienist> “The English say queue, not line. They stand in a queue!! Ha, ha.”
MWAMODF: <Shoot me now>
OODF: “Queue! Ha, ha, ha!”
MWAMODF: “Err” <peeved … tempted to bite the fingers>
OODF: “Ha, ha, ha, ha! You sound so cute!”
MWAMODF: <Cute. Great. Fingers. So tempting. Must. Not. Bite ….>
And people think this is a compliment.
Let me be clear. It is not.