I just remembered one of the “highlights” of my friends’ visit to Lausanne. While we were out after dinner the first night, a local Swiss who was sitting at the table behind us struck up a conversation. “Where are you from?” he asked. When I replied “Los Angeles” he was dumbfounded, having convinced himself that I had a British accent.
Apparently, during my time in Europe I’ve picked up a British accent (not true). My friends found this quite funny as – to them – it’s analogous to when Madonna moved to London and shortly thereafter began speaking like a Brit to supposedly sound more sophisticated and erudite.
In my defense, the guy who commented on my “accent” was probably about five drinks deep and actually clarified his initial statement and said that he thought our whole group was speaking with British accents (which was funny as one of our group was a native French speaker from France). Nonetheless, my friends only choose to remember the initial focus on my “accent”...
Guess I need to find Eliza Doolittle and Henry Higgens so I can work on rectifying my newfound Cockney phrasing.
Apparently, during my time in Europe I’ve picked up a British accent (not true). My friends found this quite funny as – to them – it’s analogous to when Madonna moved to London and shortly thereafter began speaking like a Brit to supposedly sound more sophisticated and erudite.
In my defense, the guy who commented on my “accent” was probably about five drinks deep and actually clarified his initial statement and said that he thought our whole group was speaking with British accents (which was funny as one of our group was a native French speaker from France). Nonetheless, my friends only choose to remember the initial focus on my “accent”...
Guess I need to find Eliza Doolittle and Henry Higgens so I can work on rectifying my newfound Cockney phrasing.
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