My wee Irish friend Miryam severely corrected me, after laughing incredulously at my ignorant American-ness, and letting her whole family in on the joke.
Apparently there are no MALLS in Ireland. There are SHOPPING CENTERS.
A MALL is "Very American".
(I've probably already listed these, but bear with me...)
I now call cookies "Biscuits", french fries are "chips", potato chips are "crisps", highways are "motorways", line-ups are "queues", garbage is "rubbish", hoodies are "jumpers", pants are "trousers", a pick-up truck is a "lorry", mail is "post", a cell phone is a "mobile"...the list is endless, and I have to give constant thought to my sentences so that I can communicate efficiently! (And they wonder why I'm so quiet...)
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Those are so cute!
Wonder how long it will take to 'lose' those words once you get back?
Wowsers. I think you should stick to your very "american" way of speaking and say things like potato chips, cellphone, etc. Your accent will be so much cuter then ;)
I think I will! It'll be so much easier!
Except there is so much confusion when I say "supper". Because what I know as Supper is "Tea" here, and supper is a snack before bedtime.
I get a lot of blank stares.
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