(my mom loves this story...)
Oscar Wilde once said, "We [England] have really everything in common with America nowadays, except, of course, language."
Quotes like this are evident in everyday conversation for me.
Kids at school have a riot when I say 'awesome!'
At work, I've had to learn to say filet with a 't' sound on the end.
And I will never, ever call the kitchen counter the bench.
Consider the following conversation I had with my flattie Doug about three weeks ago. Although it was more of an accent issue, the humor of communication between myself and my flatties is always a source of laughter.
'Zzzzzzzzz,' (me sleeping one morning).
Knock, knock. (Doug at my door).
'Huuuuuuh,' I said, sleepily.
'You've got a package from Korea,' Doug said.
'Huh?' i say again.
'A package. From Korea.'
(getting up, opening door, answering tiredly) 'Who do I know in Korea?'
'No,' Doug says, 'A package from the Korea. You know. The mail
'Oh! the courier!'
'Yah! that's what I said!'
(uh, no it's not, and frankly, sometimes I think you might as well be speaking in Korean...)