Despite the fact that earlier tech support guy, whose name was Muhammad, gave a wrong prognosis, I don’t want to put him down, as he was trying to do a good job. But the language problem, or rather pronunciation problem, was something. Not only did I have to keep asking him to repeat himself, but on a couple of occasions when I still didn’t understand him I had to ask him to spell the word. Once he was telling me to look at the “landbots” on the back of my wireless router. I had no idea was he was saying (“bots? what is a bot?”), and finally asked him to spell the word. It was “ports.” Talk about being separated by a common language.Of course, this is THE opportunity to post the absolutely hilarious, side-splittingly funny "Cleopatra Jefferson" video from jtf.org here:
Since I am living in Saxony I have been asked countless times when it came to spelling my family name (which starts with B): "With B or with B?" The Saxon dialect is somewhat painful to listen to. P becomes B, T becomes D, K becomes G and all vowels become umlauts. I once met a man who walked his Beagle. Beagle was called "Gölümbö". I twigged much later that it was actually "Columbo". However, the Saxons, the lovely people they are, are totally unchippy about it and don't mind if you can't help laughing. I always say then: "B like Berta", which clarifies the matters.