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The Brits just called me a wanker.

The Brits just called me a wanker.

He called me that a few times, as I recall. 

His name was Tom Kite and he had a listed phone# in Austin, so fairly regularly he would receive calls from strangers who had randomly looked up his number in the phone book, thinking they would be contacting the famous golfer.  He always got a kick out of playing along for a while, full British accent and all.

He also grew to love country music, after I'd taken him along to enough honky tonks and concerts.  He even bought a cowboy hat and boots.  Great guy.

I've got a coworker that I spent a LONG time trying to place his accent. Based on his name and the accent, I thought there was a little bit of British in there, but then it'd go off the rails into not only American, but Southern, but sometimes surfer... It was seriously all over the place, and despite being in a very international industry, it just didn't sound like anything I'd ever heard.

We ended up chatting at a customer event and he was talking about his background. Born in the UK, then spent a while in Ohio, followed by Texas, and ended up in Southern California.

Suddenly it all made sense...

It's funny you say that, after living for about ten years in Texas, my friend Tom's accent was a mangled mess as well.  His parents came over from England to visit every so often, and I'd hang out with them, and they'd make fun of him for sounding like a Texan.  To  my ear, he still mostly had his English accent, but it had certainly morphed over the years.  And his parents teased him pretty mercilessly about it.

His mom was a gifted singer, sang soprano in some important vocal group in London that I wouldn't know or understand.  But she, too, grew to love country music, after her son started sending her CDs of all of his favorite American country artists.  And then at one point, it worked out that they were in town at the same time Johnny Cash was playing a benefit for a charity that some friends and I supported, so we got his parents tickets to that event, which was a really exclusive show played in a small music venue downtown, not a large concert hall.  It was a really great night, and his mom couldn't believe how much energy and soul Johnny Cash could sing with. 

Don't know if they were golfers or not, but they clearly weren't bright enough to realize that "the real Tom Kite" would have an unlisted phone#... 

get the adorable one the second time around

#2 has been berry berry good to me.

I'm on Number Two

#2's the charm.

How many of us are on Number Two?

Somewhere on anonymous message boards numerous traumatized tarts are regaling "Thankfully I shook No 1,some knob named Nubbz"