So we go this evening to my favorite soccer place. Only one person on duty - a teenager. I'm thinking "oh great, some slack jaw, can't find it, clueless kid."; then he spoke. Oh the accent!! He was from Scotland. I could have listened to him talk all night. I would have bought anything he recommended - as of course, the Scots know more about soccer than me. It was such an enjoyable time.
I think I want a man with an accent.
I think I want a man with an accent.