Fancy that

I think I found a new fake-accent buddy. Yesterday I had an appointment with my trainer, Ron, at my new gym (I got a five-session package for a discount as part of my gym membership). For this session, Ron had me lifting weights for my upper body, which is by far my least favorite type of workout to do.

At the beginning of the workout, he said something in a really bad impression of an Australian/British accent combo. I was feeling extra-special-weird at the time (even more than usual), so I replied by saying, in an equally bad British accent, "I think we should do the entire workout in fake accents today. Shall we?"

So we did. Here's a little snippet of our conversation:

me: "I saw that. You just added more weight to the bloody machine."
him: "I haven't a clue what you're talking about, mate."
me: "I'm on to you and your trickery."
him: "Trickery, eh? Perhaps."
me:"Trickery, indeed...Fine, I'll get on with it then, but I'm watching you."
him: "You only have one more set to go, mate, then you can have yourself a spot of tea."
me: "Brilliant."

Yes, we are too cool for words.

The last time I got to put on my fake accent was a year ago during a layover at the airport. I was by myself and bored, so when a lady sitting near me asked me a question, I answered in my fake accent. Then she kept asking me more questions, probably to hear me talk some more. Either she thought I was actually British or she was amused by how terribly fake my accent was and that I kept going with it. It's probably the latter.

The thing is, I have fun doing that kind of stuff. And the worse the accent sounds, the better. Very few of my friends will play along with me in public, though. I haven't a clue why. Ha.

posted by elizabeth @ 1:15 PM