When living in the US, I would often describe my academic speciality to Americans, and have them mis-hear me in a very consistent way.
But after 10 months back in Australia I’d forgotten how my accent and field interact. Which led to a painfully familiar exchange with the person sitting next to me on the plane from Salt Lake City to San Francisco yesterday.
Him: So, what do you do?
Me: I’m a labour economist.
Him: Really? And what does a library economist do?