The dates on my medical cover policy had to be changed. I called the number on my card and was greeted by an electronic voice prompting me for my number and address. "Two, one, nine..." I began in my Indian-Australian-somewhat globally mixed up accent.
The lady with the automated voice cut me off, "I do not understand. Please repeat yourself slowly and clearly." In my best impersonation of a machine voice, I drawled, "Two, one, nine..." and it was all hunky dory!
