We went to Tesco. That is one of the main larger super markets of England.
It was interesting walking up and down their aisles looking at many of the same food stuffs we have, produced by the same companies, albeit packaged differently.
We were by the vegetables, and there on a bin were some lightly coloured starchy crops from the Solanaceae family. I pointed them out to my wife and said, “Look!”
Busy with her own agenda, she glanced hurriedly at them and said, “What’s that?”
I said, “Y, they are peh-TIE-toes.”
She took her hands off the handle bar of the trolley (i.e., shopping cart) and put her finger in my face and said, “You are not one bit funny. I’ll not have you making fun of these people!”
I said, “Buh, tha is the Y they tahk over here.”
She said “You sound silly, and it is demeaning to them. It’s just like when you try to speak French to French people. They roll their eyes at your pronunciation, and you think you know so much, and you end up making a fool of yourself and you don’t even know it.”
I said, “Well, I was just saying . . .”