I was on the airplane from London to Munich (and on to Dresden) and the stewardess came around taking drink orders. The two Brits sitting next to me both ordered tomato juice, and it sounded good to me, so I ordered one too. But when I ordered it, I had a moment of panic. I ordered “tomAHto juice” not “tomAYto juice”. The first chink in the armor has appeared. Next thing you know, I’ll be eating clotted cream and liking it.
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