When (Not) In Rome

Me: “Thanks for calling [Executive Car Company]. How can I help you?”

Caller: “I need to make a reservation.”

Me: “Sure, where is the pick-up?”

Caller: “A hotel called the George V?” *she pronounces it like the letter ‘V’* “It’s in Paris, France.”

Me: “Okay.”

Caller: “Oh, wait. It’s called the Hotel Five!”

Me: “That makes sense, since the V must be a Roman numeral.”

Caller: “Yeah, V must mean ‘five’ in French. It was confusing to me and you because we are English.”

Me: “Haha, yeah. That must be it…”

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