An old childhood friend of DH's turned up in town, and we all went out for pizza tonight. He had an interesting story: He was born in Tanzania, moved back to the UK when he was a teenager, met his wife in Morocco and now lives in Canada. I feel so boring!
My favorite part of the evening was the waitress' inability to understand a word either of the guys said. Neither of them have particularly thick accents--not heavy Northern or Cockney or Yorkshire---but she just stared at me every time they said anything to her--and needed me to repeat everything they said. We had a lovely dinner and it made up for the wet, horrible, rainy day here.
More on a new financial wrinkle tomorrow.
Pizza with the Brits
November 10th, 2011 at 05:57 am
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November 10th, 2011 at 08:11 pm 1320955875
On the other hand, sometimes people are charmed by his accent and he gets special treatment or even good deals! We call that the B.A.D.: British Accent Discount.
November 10th, 2011 at 08:37 pm 1320957430
DH drops all those middle-of-the-word Ts as well. And I say "wadder"!
November 12th, 2011 at 03:57 am 1321070235
I have a rough time with Geordie and East Yorkshire accents.