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 5 in French. It was confusing to me and you because we are English.”

Me: “Haha, yeah. That must be it…”