This story reminds me of an incident when I was a young curate serving in centre of Edinburgh. Having just delivered a sermon, I was greeted on the door by a very posh English lady, who praised my oration with the following, "Lovely sermon, vicar. The trouble is, I couldn't understand a word of it. You really ought to do something about that awful accent!". My response, once I'd counted to ten, was to say as cheerily as I could, "I think you'll find that many people in Scotland speak with a Scottish accent. Perhaps you could learn the language too?". A bit strong perhaps, and on reflection I should have just taken it on the chin, but in my hearing, she never again complained about the Scots accent.
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