I know you craftsters are much to enlightened to think that we all live in the 'outback' and talk like the crocodile hunter!
Haha...my boyfriend is a 1st gen. American. His father has an Australian accent, so we secretly put him on speakerphone one day so our friend could hear him talk. She was swooning and was like, "Oooh, I'm picturing him being buff and tan with blonde hair..."
"...like Crocodile Dundee??"
It was funny. Less funny in writing, but funny nonetheless.
I lived in Maryland my whole life and I was shocked when I turned that magical age when you find out that not everyone has UTZ chips, TastyCakes, or Old Bay.
My brother's college roommate was from New York and we invited him over for crabs one day just to poke fun at him. My brother was only half coaching him along, because he knew that he could go through the shell pile later and eat everything that was left behind.