Q:Detroit, isn’t that kind of apocalyptic?
A: Why yes! I’ve had my car towed while at a baseball game and had to pay an exorbitant amount to machine-gun wielding thugs to get it back.
Q: Er, why did you move there again?
A: You call it love, I call it madness.
Q: So, you’re a British expat?
A: Yeah, what of it?
Q: Can I come up to you and try out my British accent?.
A: Many do. But they frequently wind up sounding like t*”^s. It’s also quite rude.
Q: Where do you like to hang out locally?
A: Usually in the British aisle at any supermarket. I’ll be the one lusting over that jar of Branston Pickle. If I’m not there I’m shovelling snow.
Q: You spell funny. Is that a British thing?
A: Yes, because we actually invented the English language, which is peppered with various French elements. Not a lot of people know that.
Q: Was that sarcasm?
A: Gosh, no…