Yesterday, Zeke and I went to the grocery store.
As we waited in line, an old lady approached our cashier and asked him where she could find the straws.
He looked confused and asked her to repeat her question.
So she asked again for the location of the straws.
He looked worried and vaguely pointed to the customer service desk.
Suddenly, I realized the problem. She was clearly from New York or New Jersey. He was southern. And he couldn't understand her accent.
Fortunately for everyone, we at SwindleFun speak Yankee, and we kindly directed her to the paper plate aisle to purchase her straws.
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