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Tuesday, 27 May 2008
A Sign O' The Times - Part 2
I overheard a "grockle" (tourist) asking for directions in a petrol station. He wanted to get to Happisburgh.
"Can you tell me where Happisburgh is please"?
Pronouncing it as it is spelt, "Happysburr".
The old yokel behind the desk replied, "Never heard of it. I've lived here all of my life and no clue where it is. You've been given the wrong name."
The slightly confused and disgruntled customer left and drove off, not surprisingly in the wrong direction.
"Why didn't you give him directions to Happisburgh"? I asked, pronouncing it "Hazebrough" as the locals do.
"Well if he can't read English, I'm not going to help him." came the predictable reply.
from: The world's worst debt collector



