Forks?

Yesterday at the cafe I was leaning against the bar talking to Charlotte. Debbie was manning the cashier, pottering about with the small change bag.

One of our customers, a tall, freckled Caucasian lady, walked up to the bar, and looked around, searching for something.

'Can I help you?' asked Debbie, in her singlish accent.

'Oh, yes, just looking for some knives and forks.' replied the customer in rather a posh accent (think 'fu-orh-ks')

'Fu-orh-ks?' said Debbie, perfectly mimicking her accent, by accident of course but the contrast between er usual slapdash singlish and this sudden affected accent just sent Charlotte and I into hysterics for at least 5 whole minutes.

When Glen asked what happened and why Charlotte and I were flopping all over the bar in helpless laughter, we just gasped 'fu-orh-ks' weakly and dissolved again.