Accents

Many years ago, when my mother would order Chinese food to be delivered or even if we were in a Chinese restaurant, she would order in the most horrendous fake Chinese accent.  I was always mortified.  I am sure she got some spit in her hot and sour soup once in a while.  If we went to restaurants of other nationalities, she didn't do it, I have no idea why not.  One day, totally embarrassed, I asked her why she did it.  "Because," she said, "they speak with an accent."   This didn't and doesn't make any sense at all, but it seemed perfectly logical to her.  "Ma," I said, "they may speak with an accent, but they don't hear with an accent."  I had made my point, but she had made hers and for the rest of her life she continued to order Chinese food in a bad Chinese accent, something right out of a racist Jello commercial from the 1960's.  A few years ago I went to a concert in New Jersey with a friend who had an accent.  Tickets for the concert were given free or at a reduced price to organizations of immigrants, the handicapped, charities, and many others.  One woman in the lobby started speaking to my friend and when she heard him respond to her with an accent, she would speak in ever increasing volume.  Finally, exasperated, my friend said to her, "Lady, I have an accent, I'm not deaf."  Another patron at the same concert pointed to a blind woman with a seeing eye dog and a white cane.  She asked me, "What language does she speak?"  "Blindish," I replied. 
Oh, by the way, if you have an accent, especially a Spanish one, it might behoove you to avoid Arizona.