In which the Shah is a Xenophobe

It is Monday morning.  The Shah is getting into his suit, ready for another long week at the office.

As I walk into the bedroom, he is huffing and puffing and fiddling with his belt.

Me:  What's the matter?
Shah: (irritated) bloody Americans!
Me: WTF?
Shah:  This is the belt I bought in New York.  It's the wrong way round.  I like the buckle on the other side.  Bloody Americans...
Me:  Erm, so you could just take it out and put it through the belt straps from the other side...
Shah: (dumbfounded)  Whaat?
Me:  (Demonstrates)  Like this?
Shah:  I knew that....