I called the bank the other night because I couldn't reach their online site. I patiently went through five minutes of "press one for English...etc." tripe, and sat for nearly twenty minutes with phone to ear, for if I were to hang up I'd lose my place in the queue and need to start over. Who wants to do that?
Finally a voice came on the line. Imagine my surprise to hear a lovely male accent that was not from some third world country, but Canadian, likely Quebecois.
I could have spent a lot more time listening to that fine voice, but alas, the problem was quickly fixed, the call was at an end.
After I gave my thanks, I blurted, somewhat foolishly in hindsight, "I like your accent."
To which he replied, in true Gallic fashion, "I like yours, too."
He was only being polite, I know.
Because I do not have an accent.
--Cat
