While standing in line for the bathroom at the Louvre an elderly woman walked out and stepped on my foot. She looked at me as if to say "excuse me, your foot is in my way." I didn't say anything but thought to myself that usually when you step on a person's foot, you apologize. That is pretty customary around the world, I think. After she was no longer within earshot, I made a clever comment to the women behind me in line about how strange that was. They laughed and agreed that it was rather strange. We got to talking (it was a long, slow moving line) and they asked me where I was from. For some unknown reason I replied with New York City, but it came out sounding like a hybrid British/Texas accent. Then something amazing happened: they told me they had been trying to decipher whether I was from Australia or England.
I have officially perfected my accent. If only I could use these same skills to master a real foreign language.
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