Actions speak louder than words - no matter the accent

One big thing in particular, that I notice about living in America, is my accent. I'm very aware of it and have learned to slow down the speed at which I talk, so people can understand what I'm saying.

I still prefer to avoid talking on the phone, but it's very handy for cold callers trying to sell me something. "Oh, I'm just visiting," or "I don't have a bank account," are pretty good deterrents... For the persistent buggers, I speed up to talking 19 to the dozen again. Perhaps I should do a video ramble blog one day, to show you just fast I can talk...

Then again maybe not. My recorded voice tends to take on a radio presenter tone to it which would only convince my American comrades that I do actually sound like Emily from The Devil Wears Prada:

I don't sound like that. At all. I'd like to, but without the rude, stuck up aspect of Emily's personality. A couple of people I have met think I do, though.

I'm kind of getting used to hearing: " I love your accent!" on a frequent basis. A couple of times I've been mistaken for Australian too - which is a little odd. If I was Australian - there's no way I would trade their December weather for Chicago's. That WOULD be crazy - especially given the winter just gone, with it's polar vortex and barbaric temperatures. It makes the UK sound tropical in the winter!

I don't mind the frequency of the remarks about my accent so much, but one particular woman in a chain furniture store annoyed me. Here's a tip: you can like my accent. You can tell me you love my accent. You can chat to me, and at a push ask me to say something (I have no idea why the way I say table or bath is so fascinating?). But; don't mimic what I'm saying or copy the way I say things. Ever.

It's annoying. The only people who are allowed to copy me in such a way are my children - and even then they might get told off for their cheek. In this case, after she copied the intonation of my every other word, I decided that we wouldn't be making any purchases from that store, and we went to a competitor.

I'm pretty sure Americans wouldn't like it if I mimicked back to them, so it's the polite thing to just not do it. Still - that was only the once. Additionally, and off-topic - don't ask if I like tea. I don't. I don't like coffee either - but tea is horrid!

I would like to also mention; not only do I not sound the way Brits do in American TV shows and films, but neither do Americans. None that I've come across anyway. Although I'm pretty sure that those in the south must sound the same as the characters in Hart of Dixie. I love this show, but damn I'm glad TH landed a job in Chicago. That accent would drive me mad...

But then, whoever I talk to - the way you talk only sounds like an accent to me. After all, actions speak louder than words. It's not what you say, or how you say it - it's what you do that makes you who you are.

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