My uncle, who left school at 14, was over in france with his family who could all speak french.
His wife taught him how to ask for 3 cokes, a beer, a glass of wine, and where are the toilets.
So he goes up to the barman and says his piece.
A blank look and "Pardon?" come back.
So he goes through the phrases all over again.
The barman looks blank, then bursts out grinning, and in a strong London accent says "You ain't from round 'ere are ya?"
He'd moved over to France 10 years before to run the pub.