The Porn Shop

So we're eating dinner with my parents when my husband says, "I went by the porn shop today."

Uhhh, you what?!

"The porn shop. The porn shop, I went by there after work today."

You went to the porn shop! We don't have a porn shop in this little town!
Wait, do we...?

Hubby says, "No! Not porn! The porn shop, where you sell things and they buy them and then they resell them. I was looking for a used case for my bow."

We just stare at him. Then we laugh. A lot.

Apparently, with my husband's lovely accent, pawn sounds like porn. It's pretty awesome actually. He can say pawn like an American, but he has to seriously drag out the A. So really it sounds like "paaaaaaawwwn."

God, in case I haven't mentioned it today, thank you for blessing me with an Englishman!