I was standing in line at the supermarket.
In one hand: two containers of ice cream (mint and chocolate, and cookies and cream). In the other: two bags of carrots (two for £1!)
I turned to the girl standing behind me and grinned.
“Carrots,” I said, holding up one hand, “And ice cream,” I said, holding up the other.
“Part of a complete meal,” I finished.
She stared at me — literally just stared. No laugh, no nervous chuckle. Not even a slight grin. Then she looked away and pretended to be intensely fascinated by her shoes (they were pink).
Carrots! Ice cream!
That’s gold, dude. That’s friggin’ gold.
I don’t understand. I just don’t understand. What is up with these Brits?.
Dan says,
Your comedy is ahead of its time.
Dave says,
I think she was deaf and from her perspective… it looked like a hulk of an asian man was asking if she would pay for his carrots or ice cream!
Stace says,
I would’ve laughed, we do that kind of stuff all the time at home; maybe it’s an English thing and not a British thing…
cat says,
Sigh, I do know what you are going through. I married a Brit (of the English variety) almost 20 years ago and … well … I’m still explaining WWII. I kid you not …
And the humour? Well, they do have a cracker of a sense of humour. But they also have a reluctance to let others share it sometimes.
‘Others’ meaning those who are not British.
Even if those ‘others’ were included in the pink bits at some point.
maxine says,
maybe you were missing an orange.
http://www.daisyfoods.com/images/orange-carrot-364×449.jpg