When in Rome......
for all of the shifty folks roaming the streets trying to hoover up stray tourists to 'Join our walking tour, jump the queues' we had to say, No Thanks politely one million times. For all of the walking salesmen trying to flog us umbrellas at the slightest hint of drizzle, we politely said 'No thanks' two million times. The last one was particularly ridiculous as the mobile vendors come so quick and fast it's like every 10 yards someone's stepping in your path and waving an umbrella in your face- if I didn't take it off THAT guy (10 yards behind) and THAT guy (20 yards behind), why would I get one off you?

But one particularly insistent bloke followed us alongside the queue offering us bot both a tour queue-jump AND an umbrella, at which point I did lose patience somewhat and explain loudly that being British, we INVENTED queueing and this (gesturing up at light drizzle) was NOT what I'd classify as real rain, thus I don't need an umbrella. Again, I explained, being British does involve having to put up with shitty weather and queues so I'm happy as a pig in much (typo *MUCK*) right now.

Raised a few chuckles with the other Brits in the queue. He gave up.

/Imperial arrogance.
( Rotating Wobbly Hat That's not a banana. THIS is a banana., Wed 30 Apr 2014, 17:27, 4 replies)

Reminds me of the guy who tried to sell me some hash or get me a great hooker...
... In the Red Light District of Amsterdam.
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Wed 30 Apr 2014, 17:48, closed)

you sad dick

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Wed 30 Apr 2014, 17:49, closed)

I do cry out of my dick.
even when I'm happy.
( Rotating Wobbly Hat That's not a banana. THIS is a banana., Wed 30 Apr 2014, 17:57, closed)

I'd happily queue up in the rain,
just to join another queue in some other rain.

I once joined a queue for coffee, just to tut at some foreigners who I spotted down the street, and who I just knew were going to push in.
(eViLegion Chief Commissioner of the Scottish Lunacy Board, Wed 30 Apr 2014, 18:12, closed)

Worst thing about abroad is persistent street hawkers. Which is why I always stay inside the compound
of whichever luxury all-inclusive I have spent traveling 12 hours to get to in the first place.
( d.r._and_quinch when will you be famous?, Wed 30 Apr 2014, 19:28, closed)