Gun Crime Explained to the Only American (Or Disspelling Myths)
Day 1 of work. I am not dead yet.
I did not even come close to dying, except maybe crossing the street.
I will be going on a police raid some time this summer, playing the part of gun-toting American (sans gun). Class*!
After luckily picking up a briwiant (i.e. brilliant, true UKers are too class for double “L”s) phone call for what could be a class! feature, my bosses informed me that we would be heading to the pub to celebrate the weather. We went to William 4, where I met my new love: Pimm’s cocktails. I met three of them and more than 20 tapas for free. Thank you, 24 (the news company that owns the papers I’m working for)!
Things I have learned (and already knew):
-My gut feelings are right.
-Swedes drive on the right side of the road.
-Colonel Sanders is dead, so no I never met him.
-People won’t shoot you if they don’t recognize you in Appalachia, including Pikeville, KY.
-Taco Bell is not the only Mexican restaurant in the States.
Answers I still seek:
-Will I really get to wear a bullet proof vest?
-Why do I want to liken America to Sweden?
-Can my professor make another sexist or blatantly ‘classist’ remark about how the lowest class in London chooses to be unemployed?
-When will I finally explore?
-What can I get away with convincing these people about my American life?
Horses for courses,
Lindsey
*This is the British word for amazing!, but they have to mention the class system because they are obsessed with royalty and medieval times.
