A Slightly Accented Point Of View

Friend: “Hey, I have a question.”

Me: “Okay, what is it?”

Friend: “Since I moved here, you’re the only one who hasn’t asked me what country I’m from. Why is that?”

Me: “Because I hate it when people ask me where my accent is from. I don’t have an accent; I just talk funny. I figured it would annoy you.”

Friend: “Oh, it is so annoying. But you’re white.”

Me: “Yes. That I am.”

Friend: “Oh. You really do have an accent. I can’t unhear it now! Where did your parents come from?”

Me: “Nowhere. It’s not an accent and my parents don’t have it. I. Just. Talk. Funny.”

Friend: “No, it’s definitely an accent. What about your grandparents?”

Me: “[Friend], I hit my head when I was two. I got several stitches and a concussion.”

Friend: “So?”

Me: “And then how I spoke changed. Because I hit my head.”

Friend: “Oh. Hmm…”

Me: “…”

Friend: “Oh! Is it Canadian?”