It's not just the plebs either...
In the mid 90s this girl I worked with, proper wannabe debutante, invited me to a party at the British Embassy in Madrid. Probably the worst party I've ever been to. I had the misfortune of being trapped by the ambassador's wife for a while, what a cretin.
Back then it was just off the Paseo Castellana, the major thoroughfare that cuts through the city north-south. She was trying to tell me where somewhere was, "the other side of the Cass Terlarna" apparently. I genuinely had no idea what she was talking about, she repeated it a couple of times before saying "you know, that big road just there".
So anyhow, I said "Aaah" and pronounced it normally. "Oh I refuse to pronounce their words properly" and went on to tell me how she shouted "A coffee with milk!" on the rare occasions she found herself in a café.
Realising that this woman was a
puta subnormal and that I had no interest in my horsey work colleague, despite her (bizarre) interest in me, I beat a retreat, pausing only to take a revenge piss in their swimming pool before legging it.