I entered the grocery store to purchase a few odds and ends on my way home. I’d been listening to movies on my iPod while I was running errands, most especially a few British films, and words and phrases were flitting about my head as I moved to the checkstand at the local grocery.
Barmy, bloody, brilliant, dodgy, quid, smashing…
“Would you like your eggs in a bag?” the cashier asked as I swiped my debit card through the reader.
“Yes, that would be lovely,” I responded distractedly, still listening to About a Boy through one earbud.
A moment later, a sudden realization of horror stole through me as I realized what I’d just said. I began to backpedal and explain why I’d just used that particular choice of words.
“I was just listening to a British film on my iPod,” I said pitifully, hoping this would explain everything. “I don’t usually use the word ‘lovely’ when I talk.”
The cashier smiled as she put my items in a plastic bag and handed them to me. The people behind me in line began laughing. “I’m sure you were,” she said with a wink. “You have yourself a lovely day, sir.”