It occurred to me today that I speak in baseball metaphors more than I realize.
If I went to England, and told some co-worker it was time for him to step up to the plate, would I get a weird look? What if I say I'm 0 for 4 on something? Or I'm out in left field?
What if I'm seen as some quaint colonial, and people just smile politely because they have no idea what I'm talking about?
3 comments:
Hi Nan! It's Anne, do you remember me? I hope you're doing well.
I hate to leave a comment that has nothing to do with your blog post, but you're the only Canadian I know and I have a question. If you don't mind, would you e-mail me? My address is a400poundnudist@hotmail.com. Again, I'm sorry to bother you!
(As a side note, I'm now a Bob Dylan fan, thanks to you!)
A new Bob Dylan fan? My work here is done!
from one quaint colonial to another - the Brits will work it out and if they don't, stuff 'em! Theres almost an expectation that they won't understand you anyway, so why disappoint them?
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