Note: Some of this might have happened exactly as described. 😉
Yesterday during my volunteering stint I launched into a bad British accent and couldn’t get rid of it. Is it any wonder that the team leader sent me to the edge of the site to clean out the Cambros? For the uninformed, Cambro is the brand name for a line of containers that keep foods hot. The ones I was sent to sanitize because I couldn’t stop sounding like Eliza Doolittle pre-transformation, were styrofoam boxes on steroids.
I became fairly efficient at the task while prattling on about scones and tea to no one in particular. When a couple of other volunteers joined me I welcomed them and showed them the ropes.
“So, are you a Brit?” asked one of the women.
“No,” I said, in bad cockney. “But I play one on the telly, luv.”
Peace, people, and always remember the rain in Spain falls mainly in the plain, and all that Jazz.
Praying for Eyebrowz 