I am your average Englishman. I like my beer, love my football, pick faults with everything and think I have all the answers. My teeth are bad, but that’s just me. I think Americans have worse teeth than the Brits. I love tradition, hate change, and can be grouchy at the flick of a switch.
I grew up on a steady stream of American TV shows which led me to believe that all American Cops drove fancy cars or were deformed in some way. I also believed that you could park anywhere and leave your car unlocked when doing so. What a great country.
The average American makes fun of the British way of life, the average Brit makes fun of the American way of life. I think it is now a tradition hailing back to when some loonies got a hissy fit on and chucked a load of tea in the water. As all Brits know, the water needs to be boiling to make a good cup of tea.
When someone laughs at me and mentions something about the U.S. revolution I always reply, “You didn’t win that war, we gave up. We decided to go to Australia as it has better beach front property.”
One of the things the Brits always find funny is that the Americans always say “Have a nice day.” Why do we find it funny? I think it is because the Brits would never wish anyone to “have a nice day.” We are more likely to mutter under our breath something along the lines of go forth and multiply. I’m trying hard to put my finger on it, but I think it is because Brits want to get from A to B without being bothered by other human beings. And if someone said “have a nice day” to them then it would probably be taken as sarcasm and treated with the contempt that it deserves.
Now living here in the States for ten years I have been told to “Have a nice day,” almost everyday since I’ve been here. When I first got here I found it annoying. I am English, and English people do not have nice days! But after a while it seemed to me that these people saying “have a nice day,” may actually mean it. Perhaps I could have a nice day? Maybe if this being nice multiplied and everyone was nice to each other. The whole world could be a happy and joyful place and…….hang on, I’m English. The nice buck stops here. You can tell me to “have a nice day,” but as soon as I leave I’m going to moan about shopping carts, red lights, coffee being not made right. It’s not going to be a nice day. It will be an O.K. day. A fair to average day. Nice would mean I have to be happy. And that only happens during soccer or when I get some peace and quiet!
But wait! I tried, honest I did. I tried to be all American like and wish people to “have a nice day.” but it just didn’t sit right. I felt weird. Just like the Grinch when his heart started to beat. So I changed my approach. I tell everyone to “Have a good one.” I like it a lot more. It appeals to the survivalist in me. Surviving the day. Yeah your day could be nice, but it’s really good if nothing bad happens.
Perhaps I just read too much into these things? Well that’s what I do, waste time over thinking things!
Oh, Have a good one!