When I arrived in Birmingham, I checked into my hotel. Jetlagged.
“Good morning. I have a reservation. My name is Brooks,” I say confidently.
She responds, “Welcome. Okay. Thank you. Is that Brooks with an A?”
“Ahh. Umm. No. Errr. Just Brooks,” I awkwardly responded.
“Hmm. Okay. Well. Here, I think this is you,” she says.
I checked in. Four hours later, I realize that “A” is an “E” in Birmingham. As in, is that Brooks or Brookes?
And with that, I became the ugly American.
We all make mistakes. Right?
Try Going to the North East Jeb aka Newcastle, You won’t be able to understand a bloody word they say LOL.