12 years ago I stayed with a Kiwi friend in London. She lived with 10 other Kiwis in a flat in Acton.
I hadn’t heard the Kiwi accent for 3 years, so I was ready to listen carefully and prepared to say “excuse me” and “pardon” more than normal, when the first 2 flatmates arrived home from work.
They were brother and sister and seemed to be in a heated argument.
The conversation went something like … “No, you are the c**t.” “Who ya calling c**t? c**t“. “F**k you, you c**t“.
Eventually, I asked the woman what her job was. She replied.
“Pardon”, I said.
She repeated her answer.
“Excuse me”, I said.
Her brother noticed that I was having trouble with the accent and asked me what I thought she was saying.
“She’s a dick licker“, I replied.
She yelled, “I’m a debt collector!”
Myself and her brother became good friends.
note: I eventually visited their hometown of Huntly. I would have put in a picture of the place’s main attraction “the power plant“, but the website wanted me to buy the photo! (seriously)