when I was younger (like, 2 maybe, very young) my parents took me and my even younger sister out to dinner. now, being the small, undeveloped little sack of flesh I was, I didn’t have a grain of sense. when stupid 2yr old me couldn’t find her cutlery (probably cause they hadn’t set any for a toddler), I said, very loudly, “WHERE’S MY FORK AND KNIFE???”
however, due to my uncoordinated child mouth apparatus mixed with my australian accent (which slurs almost any word that exists your sound hole), it sounded alot like I had just screamed “WHEERS MY FUCKIN KNIFE???”
needless to say all eyes were on our table and my mum and dad had probably never felt more embarrassed in their lives.