| Comment | I think the young female hospitality equivalent of this accent anxiety is the immense grief I am overcome with whenver the CAAAAM ONNNE ENGERRRLAAAND types, or the 'ussuns or themmuns' football tourists come into my work telling me how sexy (boke) scottish accents are and following about to quiz me like I'm their personal weegie slave. And then proceed to tell me I'm 'not local surely' because I don't have their idea of what Glaswegians sound like, as per Still Game and ScottishPeopleTwitter. Listen, I'm glad you like Scottish people, but I wasn't prepared for this spontaneous voice acting you folk demand of me. They genuinely cling so hard and they don't leave you alone until they've interviewed you...dude, I'm trying to work? There's a queue? Cash or card? Bless them, but its like, please consult my middle aged male coworkers if you want to talk about the bar in Govan you went to in 1985. I am an oat milk drinking, uni-going little femcel. I literally cannot provide the Kevin Bridges patter you demand of me, dear weary traveller. Nevertheless, I will try. Their hearts are in the right place, I think. |
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