You know how when you are in an unfamiliar place you start to generalize.
I have been doing this a ridiculous amount in Australia.
Australians are nice
Australia has beautiful beaches
Australia has a lot of a certain type of bush that I only know the racist name for.
Australians all love the movie Australia. Ooh, and they all have kangaroos.
Australians believe in naming you, or, put less awkwardly, in calling you by name. I am only usually named upon introduction. In our family, we hardly ever use given names, instead we use endearments. When Wendy calls me Tyler, I always make her stop. It is creepy. Trust me. Here it is Tyler this and Tyler that.
Isabelle noted, here they say pahdin’ instead of what.
It is funny. Whenever the kids don’t understand someone, they ask us what the word means in a perfect Australian accent.
“Dad, what is pahdin?”
“It is pardon, people say it when they don’t understand you.”
“No seriously, pahdin?”
My Australian accent sucks. Wendy’s is passable enough that she ordered food in it without drawing stares.
I tried mine out on a six-year old boy.
“How are you going? Did you see that cah?“ I say. Using the two words that I feel sound Australian coming out of my mouth.
“Pahdin, I don’t understand American.”
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