of His Accent.”
A shop assistant at Old Navy tossed this line at me while I was waiting for The Sprog to try on clothes in the fitting rooms. (As a side complaint, no 10-year-old should be wearing women’s clothing. It’s The Boffin’s fault and his freakishly tall side of the family.)
I countered with, “No, I lived in England before I met him. He married me because I knew how to make a proper cup of tea.”
Then I had to explain the English Tea Ceremony.
I don’t think she understood my point.
What else could I have said in response to this?
“Actually, he married me for my accent. My Philly suburban honk radiates class and sophistication in his culture.”
“It was a marriage of convenience. He needed to escape the oppressive dictatorial regime in the United Kingdom.”
“My husband is actually the 12th Lord of Southampton. We are just shopping at Old Navy to keep his cover.”
“Yes, I did marry him for his accent. But when I finally listened to what he actually said, it was too late.”
Are women really that shallow?