There is one yearly task that I dread: finding a lawn-mower. We hire somebody to do the first mowing of the season, and then N does all the mowing himself. I get to call mowers on the phone and I hate doing that because they don’t understand me. At all! My accent defeats them completely, and it’s very frustrating not to be understood in a language that I speak extremely well.
People are so not ready for globalization.

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