My sweetie is driving me to work this morning. I'm reading a popular fiction novel by some British author.

While I'm reading, I come across a term I'm unfamiliar with.

And so I ask, "What's a layby?"

Only, I pronounce it as if it rhymes with "baby"

(I'll pause for a moment while the Brits collectively recover from their fit of giggling over my ignorance of the English version of English)

And so, my better half gives me the proper pronunciation and definiton, and then proceeds to unsuccessfully stifle his laughter all the way until he drops me off in the lobby where I work.

I won't be living that one down for a while.