In Japan, peace is an ancient vow between warlords.
In Georgia, I tried to order extra peas with my fried chicken.
My pronunciation slipped. I ordered extra peace.
The waitress did not blink. She yelled to the counter: TABLE TWO NEEDS EXTRA PEACE!
The cook turned off the country radio.
The entire diner went dead silent for two minutes. A trucker whispered: God bless you, brother.
I have eaten there fourteen times since. It is the quietest booth in the South.