Yet another American-lacking-in-geography one...
My dad is a regular visitor to California, and being the home of the densest people on the face of the globe, he gets quite a few belting stories. My favourite is the time he went to Redondo Beach and was queueing for a hot dog with his mate (also Glaswegian but now naturalised American) when a bloke in a Hawaiian shirt rocks up to my dad, who has the broadest Glaswegian accent in the world...

Bloke - "Hey dude, are you Irish?"

Dad - "No, Scottish"

B - "Oh, your from England!"

D - "No, Scotland, they're two different countries"

B - "Yeah, whatever man. I'm Irish"

But it doeasn't end there...

D (who knows a fair bit of Ireland) - "Oh really? Where are you from?"

B (without skipping a beat) - "Santa Barbara"

D - "...... So where are your parents from?"

B - "San Diego"

D - "So you're not really Irish then?"

B - "But my name's MacDonald... So I'm Irish, OK...?"

D - *clenches fist, takes aim*
What a fanny. Apeloverage, don't be soft ya bawbag.
( Normanator Bad case of trapped wind since, Wed 12 Jan 2005, 13:16, closed)