Ah, hubby. As long as I've got him, I've got a blog.
Royal went to the post office last week to mail a care package to a friend in Afghanistan. He's been to our post office many a time, but I guess he got someone new this time around or possibly his charm finally melted the worker's heart (Seriously, what is with post office workers? Ours are... quite harsh. It takes decades to entice a smile). I'm thinking the latter.
This visit went a little somethin' like this:
Post Office Lady #1: You've got a great accent. Let me get my superior, she loves accents. Really loves them!
Royal: Okay.
[Lady #1 calls to the back. Post Office Lady #2 comes forward]
Royal: Hey, how's it going?
[Lady #2 gasps, #1 laughs. #2 walks away without saying anything. I kid you not.]
Post Office Lady #3: Sing something for us!
Royal: If I did you'd never want to hear an English accent ever again!
[Laughter all around. Transaction complete, Royal exits.]
True story. I wanted it to be an all-singing, all-dancing story but Royal wouldn't indulge me. Something about not wearing tights...
Anyway, the moral of the story is to take an Englishman with you everywhere you go - like me! People can't help but smile and I like it when people smile.
I first noticed it when I visited the States in the seventies. You'd have thought with films and TV they would be used to it:)
Posted by: Pat | February 06, 2009 at 03:10 AM
Ha ha I agree, but nope! He's a pretty good sport though, I imagine it's a little annoying every once in a while. I love it because we talk to so many different people now - it's an opening for conversation!
Posted by: Kath | February 06, 2009 at 10:27 AM