"How can I help? HOW CAN I HELP?"

    Just to put some perspective on everything: Josie and I traveled to London (Tuesday-9.14), then we went to Oxford (Wed-Fri), then we went back to London (Fri-Sat), and then to Aberdeen (Sun).

   So, Oxford. We got into Oxford by coach and as we pulled into the coach station we asked the driver, "Do you know a place around here that would have wi-fi." The driver responded, "wi-fi?" (About half the time this gets repeated to you in a bewildered voice. Similar to one you would get if you asked for an underground in Mississippi.) Then, after a pause and a look of recognition he said, "Oh, we have that on here." (Great.) Nonetheless, we carried on. We had packed our stuff down to backpacks for the stay in oxford so we got off the coach and wandered in search of wi-fi.

    We eventually checked into our hostel. The Backpacker's Hostel-- exactly as it sounds. The hostel had an international staff, which made everything quite intersting. As we were checking in, one of the staff came to the desk and said in a thick French accent, "Someone moved my champagne- In the drawer." Everyone present stared back at him. He then repeated, "Champagne, for champagning." After some, "what?"s, by the work of three English-speakers (me, Josie, and the host), we realized that someone had actually moved his shampoo. (Easy mistake. Though quite different to look for.)
   The next day, as I was sitting in the waiting area of the hostel, the host and hostess were Italian. I was reading a magazine and hear the phone ring. In thick a thick Italian accent, the host asks, "How can I help?" The person on the other end seemed to get it. A conversation proceeded. The host walked away and the phone rang again. The hostess answered. "How can I help?" (The other end evidently didn't catch that.) So she tried again- in a very thick Italian accent- "HOW CAN I HELP?" I jumped out of the couch. The other end seemed to get the idea after that. I sat back on the couch.