I once overheard a fat loudmouth cockney woman trying to buy a tin of baked beans in a campsite shop in Spain. "Biked beans!" she demanded, with a certain lack of elegance. The shop girl tried her best, and helpfully profered up a tin of haricot beans. "Not 'em, biked beans!", she said, a little loader. The girl tried offering some cannelini beans, with the same response, just a bit louder still. Almost unbelievably, the helpful shopgirl seemed to have an inexhaustable supply of different tinned bean variants. Flageolets, string beans, etc, etc, and kept offering them up helpfully and politely. By now the cockney woman was getting really wound up and even ruder. "NO! I don't bladdy believe this! I said biked beans, not 'em" she continued, expecting that surely everyone would sell Heinz beans in tomato ketchup. It was all getting remarkably like the Monty Python cheese shop sketch, and I couldn't wait to see if they had any mung beans, soya beans or edamames. Sadly I got served by the other assistant before they got that far into the sketch and I never found out how it finished. at the checkout I pretended not to be British.