In a very nice restaurant in Philadelphia...
I was staying in a very nice hotel in Philadelphia (circa 1996), went down for lunch and ordered myself a chicken korma, pilau rice and a keema naan (nothing to do with the story, just reminiscing about how good it was!)....

In walked some sweaty trucker (dirty red cap, checkered shirt, dirty jeans and a bodywarmer) the size of a barn, he walks up to the bar and orders 'a brewski', his words not mine...

Waiter brings over my food, we exchange small talk, next thing I know the sweaty trucker has sat himself down opposite me, he then asks me...

ST: Hey Buddy, you from the UK?
ME: Yeah
ST: So what do you think of the IRA?

I lose my appetite, and he was on about the Irish Republican Army not the IRA they have over there!

Twat!
(Mandingo, Thu 13 Jan 2005, 18:08, Reply)