The post title says it all. Everywhere I go, people think I’m from Canada. Especially people from the United States.
The most recent example was in New Zealand. Sarah and I were hitting the caves near Waitomo with three other Americans. I could overhear Sarah chatting with them. I was half-listening and heard:
“…but your husband. He’s not American. Where’s he from?”
Sarah really started howling when the sisters all thought I was Canadian. I sometimes pepper my speech with an occassional “eh?”, but not that often. One time, a guy at my local Wildflower Bread Company heard me drop an “Eh?” Bomb, and said “Eh? Are you from Canada? I’ve been there!”
He was too excited about this for me to tell him “no”, so I said “Oh, yah. I’m from Moose Jaw up dere in Sasketchewan.” Sarah glared at me in that funny way of hers. Sometimes, I just can’t help myself, eh?
Anyway, stuff like this always repeats itself. In Australia, though, a few times Americans would ask me for directions. I thought that was pretty funny.
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It’s the first thing American’s latch onto, eh?
When I worked on a cruise ship, my name tag had my name and country listed on it. Americans were forever coming up to me and saying, “But you don’t sound like you’re from Canada!” And then they would pout and shuffle away. At that point I would usually tilt my head, cup my ear and say, “Eh? What’s that?” And then they’d come rushing back over, cameras a-clicking.