We both speak English! Really, we do!

So here at the hostel as part of security we have a "security pass" that has to be exchanged every day for a new one of a different color. It's basically just a colored piece of paper that says "SECURITY PASS" on it and then has your room number, bed number, and date written in on it.

I was heading out today to grab some food and as it was the first time I had left the hostel today (It's been a sleepy day. Lots of naps.) I handed over my security pass (green) for its yellow replacement . Man With Long Hair #2 (I have failed to be social enough to learn their names, so in my head I refer to them by their distinguishing features. Unfortunately, several of them look very similar) busted out his pad and asked me what room and bed I was in.

"Room three-oh-one, bed eight."
"Which bed?"
"Eight?"
"You mean eight?"
"Isn't that what I said?"
"Eight, like the number. Not like the past-tense of 'to eat'."

When, at this point, I pouted and said that I failed to hear the difference, Man With Long Hair #2 laughed and proceeded to look me up in the computer. He was joined in his reverie by Man With Long Hair #1 and Tall Man With Long Hair In A Ponytail. After confirming that my reservation was through tomorrow, he handed over the new pass.

"Cheers!"

This marks the first time that I've been made fun of for my accent...when speaking my native language. And I still don't hear the difference.

*pouts*