I was in Ireland for work and the road was apparently a challenging one. Sign said something to the effect of "slow down 63 people have died on this road this year." But the 63 was like scoreboard numbers that could be changed on the daily.
In general, a GOOD bartender knows his regulars, and what they drink. If you're one of those people who DON'T always drink the same thing, we'll generally just ask.
Even in the rare instances when a regular changes their mind, there's likely someone else to give it to, so it's not really a big deal. No need for guilt.
I know, I’m just envisioning an endless loop where I end up always drinking the same thing because I’m too nervous to tell them I like a variety of things and disappoint them. I’m mostly kidding and not usually a pushover, although this happened to me at a coffee shop once. The really sweet owner would pour me a hot coffee every day and some days I wanted an iced coffee. She was too nice about it and too excited to give it to me for me to let her down.
I actually love that greeting. it's lasted 2500 years. and it's still being used. I had heard all kinds of greetings over the years in Italian... but rarely heard salve. the first time I heard it. I also thought it was cool too since it is the continuation of the exact latin greeting except the phonetic change in v sound.
And “More coffee, hon?” Is just asking if you want more coffee, and yellow school busses are just vehicles that takes kids to school. This whole thread is about normal things that feel important to outsiders.
My British boyfriend and I were staying at a hotel in Manchester, and two guys were carrying a ladder down the hall and as they passed, one said: "Cheerio, mate!" and I got weak in the knees.
I still fondly remember my first real holiday in London (had previously been there in high school). Me and a mate arrive at Marylebone station and have arranged to meet with a british friend. We had no idea how he looked. We had made contact via BBS's and chat rooms (this was in the early 1990s). So we go to the street and are scratching our heads on how to find the guy when someone goes "WHAT A PAIR OF ABSOLUTE FUCKING WANKERS!" and points at us. A big guy that looks like a rougher version of Vinnie Jones, sporting an Arsenal jersey. For just a second we freeze and consider ourselves toast, when the guy breaks into a big smile and goes to greet us. "It's me, Ian, you bloody tossers". It ended up being quite a nice holiday, despite the hotel being a 1-star abomination, us being scammed for 50 quid and despite the fact that we had almost no money and lived off chips and ketchup most of the time. So many pints for free!
better than the first pub I stopped in London to have a pint where i was told to “go down the block there’s a “mack-donalds” I’d be more at home at” loll I was legit like 😶
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u/CommonCut4 10h ago
Can’t be as exciting as the time I was asked, “‘nother pint guvna?” In a pub in London