I used to work at a fairly common brick and mortar game store on a military base used to train medics, assist with recovery of those with missing... well, ranged from missing fingers and extended to missing faces & limbs and we'll leave it at that, and put old generals out to pasture. As a result, we got quite a few people who were on drugs legally, and occasionally irrational. This is vital to understanding that this incident was fairly normal.
Me: Soldier named game girl goddess
still not sure on that one.
RG: random guy
Me: Hello sir, anything I can help you with today?
RG: "You.... you're from England aren't you."
Me: "um.... no?"
RG: "YOU ARE FROM ENGLAND!"
Me: "Sir, I assure you, I'm not. I was born in *state on the east coast*"
RG: "England. I can tell!"
*a note, when I lived in Germany, we got British channels, so when I get stressed, I do start to sound British, though I've never set foot there. I'm told it's charming, but this is not helping my argument*
Me: "Sir, I've never been in England, is there any game I can help you with?"
I can see CW laughing his head off in the background.
RG: Leans close, gives me a conspiratorial whisper. "It's okay to admit it you know, we don't shoot you brits anymore."