New Zealand is no exception.
The combination of the New Zealand accent and my hearing means that every sentence comes out like "I am a Martian, would you like to have sex with me"
There are several response to this
- "I'm sorry, I'm already in a relationship and anyway, I don't know how Martians have sex". This usually results in the local psychiatric hospital being called and you being carried away in one of those white coats with wrap around arms
- "Yes". Depending on what the real question was, you could end up with some weird sauce on your chips, the special of the day (fried lamb giblets with eyeball surprise), a police fine for loitering without intent or a smacking kiss from a transvestite.
- "No". Depending what the real question was, you could get a smack around the chops for rudeness, a long argument on how the weather IS really quite good for this time of year, no extra beans with your giblets or being fried by a plasma weapon for causing an interplanetary incident
- "Pardon?". The question is usually repeated in Venusuvian.
- "I'm sorry, you have a weird accent, can you repeat that". This, though true, usually gets you full marks for rudeness and converts the speaker to a rabid republican, determined to extract NZ from the Commonwealth
- "I'm sorry, I'm a bit deaf, can you repeat that". The question is then repeated in the tone of voice reserved for babies, old people or idiots. This is accompanied by a manner that implies that the speaker thinks that you are a daft old git who should get a hearing aid. This may be true, but it doesn't do wonders for your ego.
At least, I hope that's what he's asking me.
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