Apparently I have an accent. Twice in the last two days people have mistaken “Chris” for “Grace”. The topper was today when someone thought my name was “Grace Missy”. Hurrumph.
Oh yeah, and a government spokesperson refused to do an interview with me because she couldn’t understand my accent. I’ve never paid so much attention to enun-ci-ation in my life.
Christopher Mason 
Bahaha. I love this on so many levels.
I’m not going to lie to you, Chris: from kindergarten until grade 5, I was convinced that your name was Grace and about 80% of what you said to me over the course of high school was indecipherable. I usually just nodded, smiled, and gave you a high five. Your success as a journalist, despite what we surmise is a thick Hungo-Swahili-Ojibwe English accent, continues to be dinnertime conversation whenever I’m home at my parents’ place.