What? You Don't Understand Sarcasm.
When I lived in London at the age of eight, my sister and I walked past a newsstand on the way home from the bus stop that took us to school at Bushy Park Air Force Base in the morning and dropped us off in the afternoon. We were "yanks" in King Arthur's Court.
My sister developed a slightly British accent in our short time in England as needed, my Mid-West Chicago accent labeled me a foreigner.
One afternoon while walking home we stopped to buy some Cadbury Chocolates at the newsstand. The guy at the counter asked what kind I wanted. Do you have a chocolate and mint bar? "No", do he have a chocolate and caramel bar? "No", Do you have a plain milk chocolate bar? Before he could say anything. I answered "probably not" for him, what do you have?
His answer was: "Sony, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, and not very funny either."
Lesson learned.
My sister developed a slightly British accent in our short time in England as needed, my Mid-West Chicago accent labeled me a foreigner.
One afternoon while walking home we stopped to buy some Cadbury Chocolates at the newsstand. The guy at the counter asked what kind I wanted. Do you have a chocolate and mint bar? "No", do he have a chocolate and caramel bar? "No", Do you have a plain milk chocolate bar? Before he could say anything. I answered "probably not" for him, what do you have?
His answer was: "Sony, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, and not very funny either."
Lesson learned.
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