Thanks to Na’aman Yehuda for this nice pic (or Todah rabbah, of course).
To our cousins across the pond — if they (or YOU) can spot the references that I put in the story along with some other “goodies,” you get extra credit.
I also dedicate this story to Dale Rogerson who asked the musical question, “Don’t you have anything else to write?” OK, so she didn’t express it that way, but, yes, it is a NEW story. Have at, peeps. Love you Dale! 😉
They shook hands on the bus.
“Where you from, John?”
‘Here in London. You?’
“Iowa. I’m here to meet a girl.” Tim showed Emma’s photo. John looked it over, impressed as hell.
‘You have marvellous taste. You fancy her?’
“How did you know?”
‘The colour in your face.’
“Really? My face changed color?”
‘Oh, I realised it, all right. Here’s some of my advice —- have her stir your tea anticlockwise. Oh, here’s my stop.’ John stepped off the bus.
“ ‘Anticlockwise?’ “ Tim paused, shook his head, and scoffed, “Britishers!”
John adjusting his bowler, proceeded down the street, sighing, ‘Americans!’