God save the Queen

If you were wondering about that last post, nevermind for now. Profound stuff on which I'll probably elaborate later.

I just came back from the meeting with that assistant teacher. All fine and dandy *twitch*, she's indeed using Engrish... But that's not what irks me most.
We had this whole conversation about the paper and right at the end she asked whether she could ask a personal question. "There we have it," I thought, "she has obviously noticed my 'slightly tanned' skincolour and is going to ask where I'm from."
Instead she blurted out the following: "Are you British?"

... >_< ALRIGHT, so I have got a British accent. But why do people always have to make such a fuss about it?

Chip-chip, spot on and g'mornin' guv'nor... *sigh*

Edit: Didn't feel like making a new post for it, but obviously it's "point out Haze must be British"-day. Walking through the hallway of the university I held open the door for someone behind me. And immediately, despite him being Dutch, he thanked me in Dunglish. You know, the Dutch/English-mix promoted abroad by our ministers. :P
And then there was this guy in the restroom. I walked in and immediately he started explaining, in Dunglish, that I should flush first. And he kept on jabbering about it. Set aside the fact that he was wrong. You shouldn't flush first at the university, because then you won't be able to flush afterward, and I imho find that more disgusting. <__< One of these days I really should get a "Not from the U.K."-shirt...