We were on a cruise last week that stopped in Rome. Since we only had a day and wanted to see as much as possible, we hired a private driver to drive us around and show us the sites. We were assured by the company that he would speak fluent English. Boy was that wrong. This guy's accent made Father Guido Sarducci sound bland.
I was struggling to try to follow what he was saying and only getting about every 3rd word or so. Many things took time to sink in. One word kept coming up over and over -- Cheeser. Why was he going on about cheese so much? It didn't seem like he was talking about food.
Then he started to talk about Cleopatra and her affair with both Mark Anthony and Cheeser, and I finally figured it out. Caesar! That's what it was! Next time I go to dinner I'm definitely ordering the Cheeser Salad.