One of my favourite mistaken accent incidents was in a bar in Hollywood where I was chatting to the extremely attractive barmaid who had just spent time studying in Scotland and was having no problem understanding my very strong Lanarkshire accent. About 30 minutes into the conversation, we get interrupted by a Yank from the other side of the bar who had been earwigging on the conversation. He asks, very specifically, if I come from Budapest? Much to the amusement of most in the bar, I had to let the boy down by saying I came from Motherwell, near Glasgow in Scotland, to which he looked bewildered.