A NZ'er moves to Australia and is embarassed by his nationality. He is
particularly aware of his unmistakable accent. One day he walks into a
shop and asks for "five dollars worth of FUSH and CHUPS".

The shopkeeper immediately replies "You're from New Zealand aren't you?"
and the NZ'er runs out in embarassment. He goes home, determined to rid
himself of his accent.

He practices: "FISH and CHIPS, not FUSH and CHUPS," over and over again.
Each day he passes the shop, but does not go in, just says to himself
over and over again, "FISH and CHIPS," "FISH and CHIPS." Days, weeks,
months roll by until eventually he has perfected a normal (Aussie)
accent.

So he decides it is time to face the test. Into the shop he goes, and in
a perfect voice says "Five dollars worth of FISH and CHIPS."

Imagine his shock as the shopkeeper replies, "You must be from New
Zealand."

"OH NO" he cries. "This accent always betrays my nationality. I just
cannot hide it."

"It's got nothing to do with accents, mate," replies the shopkeeper.
"This is a hardware store".