I love confused customers!

[Betweenshades]

I answer the phone at work and get this:

customer: Which {name of business} is this?
Me: we're the only location.
customer: I don't understand! What do you do??
Me: (...) We sell and repair Televisions, sell TV parts and sell satellite internet and TV.
Customer: I don't understand. Which location is this? I don't understand who you are...

So, after 30 more seconds of this, I finally got out of her that she had bought satellite TV from one of our outside salemen over the weekend and was calling us to ask about the install time. Because her salesman didn't answer the phone, she got all confused.

Then, after she hung up, I got a call from a guy in Ireland asking if I could make an exception JUST THIS ONCE, and ship outside of the US. His response to me saying "no" was that I needed to because he called long distance to ask.

[Shalom]

That last guy's going to be surprised to find out that NTSC televisions don't work too well in PAL-land.

[Syriilord]

I apologise for my fellow countryman. Or rather I would, if apologising could cure idiocy. Then I'd apologise for every stupid Irishman. Starting with the politicians, of course

[Betweenshades]

I apologise for my fellow countryman.

Honestly, the accent made up for it. :P

[Kogarashi]

Honestly, the accent made up for it. :P

Accents usually do.

[Betweenshades]

Accents usually do.

Dude. I totally wanted to tell him to just TALK about something. Totally hot.

[Mikkel]

Dude. I totally wanted to tell him to just TALK about something. Totally hot.

Should you call me, I will be glad to talk for a while in a Danish accent . Think the Swedish cook from Muppet show .

[Betweenshades]

Oh, my god, guys. THE IRISH GUY CALLED BACK.

He talked to my coworker this time. He's persistent, to be sure.

Should you call me, I will be glad to talk for a while in a Danish accent . Think the Swedish cook from Muppet show .

Bork, bork, bork?

[Mikkel]

Bork, bork, bork?

I'm afraid so. A Swede would say that Danish sound like Swedish spoken with a hot potato in the mouth, but the accents aren't all that different.

[chainedbarista]

*has inappropriate thoughts about the swedish chef*

er, ahem, accents aside...wait, what were we talking about?

she was confused because you weren't the one who sold her the contract? now i'm confused about her source of confusion...oO

[Android Kaeli]

I could listen to Irish and Scottish accents all day and STILL not get tired of listening to them. *sigh*


I think she was confused that she didn't understand who she called. I think, anyways. O.o

[mharbourgirl]

I do a decent Irish accent. I also (sort of) speak German... with a Dutch accent. Because my high school German teacher was Dutch.

I've also been mistaken for a Newfie, which is hilarious, being as I'm, like, totally from Vancouver, dudes.

But some of you are going to be jealous of me...because there's a guy at work who sounds JUST like the Merovingian. *sigh* I could listen to him talk all day.

[Food Lady]

I'm afraid so. A Swede would say that Danish

You keep saying the word Danish, and now I want a pastry.

Also, I loooove Boston or Brooklyn or Queens accents. Also Alabama, which may be due to the fact that I'm half southern.

[Jester]

I can usually imitate most accents I hear. On command, without hearing them, I can slip into a pretty good Irish brogue or a decent Boston accent.

Some accents elude me. I have never been able to do an English accent, despite having been engaged to a Brit. And odder still is my inability to do a passable New Yawk accent, despite the fact that I spent much of my childhood there and did, at the time, actually have such an accent.

[Mishi]

My husband is frequently mistaken for an Irishman or a Scotsman, once by an Irishman who insisted that Rugz' Aussie accent was actually a strong Irish one. The worst part? He gets his looks/colouring from his CORNISH grandfather!

I'm normally asked which part of England I'm from or which Ladies College/Finishing School I attended, and my mother speaks Danish with a Copenhagen accent. It's good enough that the busdriver she asked directions from while on her last visit thought that she was taking the mickey.