The Management Telephone call:
Ring......Ring......Ring......
Me: "So-and-so's So and So Shoppe. May I help you?"
The Management: "Who am I speaking to?"
Me: "Pardon? I don't understand."
The Management: "What is your name?"
Me: "Oh, I understand now, you meant, 'To whom am I speaking?' Right? I keep forgetting how badly you Canadians butcher The Queen's. It is as if you're speaking Greek to me sometimes. I have to translate in my head. Chocolate, my name is Chocolate(1)."
The conversation went down hill from there.
(1) Chocolate. Pronounced, 'Sho-sho-la-TAY'.
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