Yesterday at the grocery store – the conversation I overheard while waiting in line to buy my groceries:
Very Young Male Cashier: So. Uh. Your accent. Are you from Europe? Or…the other one?
Australian Customer: I’m Australian.
Cashier: Yeah. I knew it was one of those two.
Cashier: Some people try to say you can’t tell the difference but I always say you can!
Customer: Yes. You’re right. You can.
SERIOUSLY. This happened. I SWEAR.
In the cashier’s defense, he was very young. Possibly 16 even. And when I was 16 I might have used the words “England” and “Europe” interchangeably. I’d like to think I didn’t, but I don’t know. Maybe I did. Geography wasn’t a strong point of mine.
But how hard do you think it had to be for that woman not to set him straight? Or at least be really sarcastic. I mean…I would have probably answered, “The other one.” Just to screw with him. Or I would have said something like, “The other what? The other continent? There are six others…which one are you referring to?” But she was waaay nicer than I would have been and just interpreted the small talk he was trying to start up and responded in the simplest way possible so he would not feel like a dumbass.
Pretty nice for a lady from That Place Other Than Europe.