"It's not one of those bloody open top things is it??"
I answered: "Umm, uhh, yea well I think it is. I mean, it's snowing, do they keep the open tops during winter??"
"Psshh, of course they do, because they can still sell tickets to stupid tourists like yourself!!"
"Oh, umm, well, we will be fine..."
"Did you already pay for it then??"
Nodding.
"Of course you did, well try to get a seat on the bottom...Enjoy your day...if you want to."
And just like that he was off and we were out the door and into the snow...
Let me just take a moment here and say that one of my greatest losses during the trip was that I did not get a photo of this man. He was perfect. Everything you want in a breakfast greeter type individual. What the heck was his job?? Anyways, he was the perfect British man.
Just picture a somewhat portly 60-something year old man with white hair dressed in a suit and tie everyday and a pocket watch chain hanging out of his pocket. He spoke in the worlds best accent and was just crude enough to be...well, exactly what you are looking for in a British man.
He called us "Bloody Americans" everyday, had no problem at all telling us how ignorant Americans are and how rude and loud we can be and throughout the entire trip he completely charmed our socks off. I believe that Brits have perfected the art of being both adorable and grumpy. I think it's the fact that they are honest. This guy had no problem telling us that the problem with Americans is our lack of volume control (true) and the fact that our culture doesn't tolerate people being in a bad mood (have a nice day!...very true).
He told us a story about a British writer who was in America somewhere on a book tour and as she was getting in her car the valet told her "Have a nice day!"...she responded with "Thank you, but I actually had other plans."
Love it!
One day another young couple came in and he asked them if they were just staying for the night. When they replied in the affirmative he asked them how they would be spending their day. The girl sighed and said "footy, he's going for Manchester". Well, apparently people in England get quite upset about soccer and our breakfast pal proceeded to begin chest bumping this twenty year old kid and screaming something about how Liverpool was better and he should teach him a lesson and blah blah blah. It was quite entertaining. The kid brought up some match which was apparently a brutal game for Liverpool and our Breakfast Man slapped Cody on the back and told him that that game was like "losing to a third world country". Ha! Did he just say that?
On our last day in England we walked downstairs to grab some grub and our breakfast buddy saw us and said "I've been waiting for you two...TA-DA"....as the ta-da happened he flung open his jacket and underneath he was wearing a shirt with a very important man on it. Mr. Barack Obama. He then proceeded to tell us how lucky we were that we finally got rid of Bush and how on the day Obama was elected he went to a local place with a bunch of buddies. We actually found it on accident later that day:
In case you can't read it, it's called the Texas Embassy. He told us that this building was actually the site of the real Texas Embassy back when Texas was a lone state. They actually sent reps over here to represent Texas in London. Now it is just a BBQ joint but the history is pretty cool. Our friend said that the night was great "I got really smashed that night, plus you know, the whole setting, all of these people cheering for Obama, it was a pretty big Fuck You to the Republicans."
I love mornings in London.
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