On my first trip to the US, I stored some luggage at Newark airport. The security guard asked my name for the label, and as I started my surname, “Zed… Ay… Em…â€, he interrupted: “Wah?â€. I tried again, ‘Zed, Ay…â€. “Huh?â€. I mumble at the best of times, but I was fairly sure I...
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