Careful, The North Remembers…

, , , , | Right | January 31, 2020

(I work in a ticket office for a historical property in the north of England. I’ve been happily chatting away to this customer and his son. Both have very posh southern accents and were very happily chatting back to me, until…)

Me: “That’ll be £5.60 for your ticket today, please.”

(The man stares blankly at me for a few seconds. I’m not sure if he heard me, so I try again.)

Me: “That’s £5.60, please.”

(He smiles at me, nodding his head slowly, but makes no move to pay for his ticket.)

Me: “Sir?”

Customer: “You have a very weird voice, you know that?”

Me: “Um…”

Customer: “Yes. You sound terribly northern. I can’t even tell a word you’re saying! It’s all very strange. Then again, I bet I sound very odd to you, don’t I?”

Me: “Oh, well, I’m sorry if you’ve had trouble with my accent, but you are up north now.”

(He nods, his blank expression back on his face. His son nudges him.)

Customer’s Son: “Dad, stop insulting the lady and give her your money.”

Customer: “Oh, yes! I forgot about paying!”

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