I remember when I finally broke the language barrier in New Zealand.
It was 2004. I had been living in New Zealand for a year or two.
I was sitting in my new office. A workmate said something, and I didn’t understand him.
I still wasn’t the quickest at deciphering the New Zealand accent.
And it was possible it was important.
What? I asked.
He didn’t respond.
Eh? I tried again.
It was magic. He repeated what he had said.
For the rest of the day, I kept asking, eh?
Before I knew it, I was putting an eh in most of my sentences. Such a handy little word.
I’ll just bowl over, eh?
Then people started asking if I'm Canadian. Just blame Canada.