Crilers Hhouse
A while ago, I told you about how we are members at the Phoenix Picturehouse. Well, every month, they send us a brochure about the movies that they are showing for the month. We'd been receiving them regularly without a problem until two months ago, when I booked tickets over the phone for one of the screenings. As we were talking on the phone, the woman told me that they didn't seem to have an address for us listed in the database. I told her that they must have one, because we get their mail every month. She said I'd better give her our address again. So, I did.
Perhaps I was worse than most Americans growing up, but I don't remember being too unlike the people I knew growing up. I remember not really being able to understand what was being said on British TV. Obviously that's changed now... I guess I was kind of like some older people in China- so sheltered from people who were different from me that I put up a block and didn't even try to understand. Brits were a bit like aliens to me... most everyone who wasn't from Minnesota was. I'll never forget the time that I talked to my Australian friend, Cat, on the phone (she was one of the few International students at our school for half a year in junior high school). Every time she used an Australian phrase or word, I was left completely confused. She must have thought I was a complete idiot. At the end of one such phone call, she asked me to give her a ring later. I thought, why on earth is she asking me to give her jewelry? She kept repeating herself and finally sorted it out for me... and then I really did feel like a twat.
Let's face it, accents aside, I thought there were two kinds of people growing up- Catholics and Lutherans. I was convinced that Lutherans wouldn't be able to go to heaven. The first time I met an atheist (I think I was 13- imagine my surprise), I tried to convert her cuz I was certain she was going to go to hell. What kind of 13 year-old does that to another 13-year-old? (But that's a whole other story... poor Kellie).
Anyway, my point is that I'm not the only one who'd ever had a problem with someone else's English accent (in this case, American English vs. British English). A few weeks after our phone call, I miraculously received the next update from the Phoenix in the mail.
It was addressed to Rich. I don't want to include my address on the blog, but compare the first and last lines of our real address with what we got in the mail:
Clive Booth Hall... Crilers Hhouse
OX3 0FN... LX3 OSN
How it actually made its way to our mail box is absolutely amazing, innit?
Perhaps I was worse than most Americans growing up, but I don't remember being too unlike the people I knew growing up. I remember not really being able to understand what was being said on British TV. Obviously that's changed now... I guess I was kind of like some older people in China- so sheltered from people who were different from me that I put up a block and didn't even try to understand. Brits were a bit like aliens to me... most everyone who wasn't from Minnesota was. I'll never forget the time that I talked to my Australian friend, Cat, on the phone (she was one of the few International students at our school for half a year in junior high school). Every time she used an Australian phrase or word, I was left completely confused. She must have thought I was a complete idiot. At the end of one such phone call, she asked me to give her a ring later. I thought, why on earth is she asking me to give her jewelry? She kept repeating herself and finally sorted it out for me... and then I really did feel like a twat.
Let's face it, accents aside, I thought there were two kinds of people growing up- Catholics and Lutherans. I was convinced that Lutherans wouldn't be able to go to heaven. The first time I met an atheist (I think I was 13- imagine my surprise), I tried to convert her cuz I was certain she was going to go to hell. What kind of 13 year-old does that to another 13-year-old? (But that's a whole other story... poor Kellie).
Anyway, my point is that I'm not the only one who'd ever had a problem with someone else's English accent (in this case, American English vs. British English). A few weeks after our phone call, I miraculously received the next update from the Phoenix in the mail.
It was addressed to Rich. I don't want to include my address on the blog, but compare the first and last lines of our real address with what we got in the mail:
Clive Booth Hall... Crilers Hhouse
OX3 0FN... LX3 OSN
How it actually made its way to our mail box is absolutely amazing, innit?
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