I was in London for a bit of time this past week (think a ten-hour layover and than a five-hour layover). I enjoyed very much the British people talking. I didn't enjoy so much having to walk on the left side of corridors (walking on the right is swimming upstream). I absolutely thought their coffee disgusting. I think they never got over our little tea party a while back and make shitty coffee in retribution.
The one coffee exception was at a little kiosk that was selling "Froffee." It was a coffee milkshake. Even though it was awesome, I felt like an ass ordering a froffee. Go on, say it out loud "I'd like a froffee, please." Don't you feel dumb, too?
During my various layovers, I was thinking a lot of British habits/culture/what-have-you are there to make me feel dumb: their left side of the walkways/driving, their froffee, their accents, their ordering chips (fries) at the bar but not tipping the waiter, their putting beer in a wine glass and their absolutely shitty coffee on the flights. Plus they are way funnier and have royalty bopping about town. Lovely.
The moral of today's story: if you wake and dress at 5:00 a.m. due to jet lag, you'll notice at 10:20 a.m. that your shirt is on inside-out.
An Erinku:
Clean
Fridge bins
drying on
table.
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