So, we are in the driveway loading a few things on my brother's truck. Nosy neighbor comes out to "take out the trash" and by that I mean "get the scoop."
Neighbor (speaking through the cig in her mouth): Ya'll movin'?
Neighbor: Oh, yeah? Where to?
Me: Have you been there?
Neighbor: I'm from Europe. Small appliances.
Me: I'm really excited.
Neighbor: Small houses.
This is where I walk away and leave Matt to the "small" talk.
This happens all the time and makes me crazy. I know it rains in England. I realize that they have four seasons and weather variations. I realize that the typical London flat is small and has small appliances. I realize that they speak English but in an odd way. I realize that it's really far away. I know they drive on the wrong side of the road. I know that I won't get ice in my drinks.
I appreciate your attempt to inform and advise, Nosy Neighbor, but seriously? This is me rolling my eyes.