Years ago while spending time on the gubment's dime in England, I had become accustomed to the native dialect (and could actually keep up with most conversations). One night, sitting in a pub I noticed two extremely large women who were quickly becoming soused. Wanting to be the good Yank and strike up a conversation, I noted a distinct difference in their accents. I politely turned to them and asked "Are you two ladies from Scotland?" They turned on me and screeched "Its Wales you moron!". Not being one to shy away form a perfect set-up, I calmly replied "I'm sorry. Are you two whales from Scotland?"
The next thing I knew I was picking myself up off the floor.....