The first time I drove in England I got on M25 and figured I would get in the right lane to go a little slower. Next thing I knew I was doing 100miles per hour and in the fast lane and trying to figure out how to get out of that lane. It was a rental and thank God it was not my seat covers. Nobody died but that dry British humor and gestures is not all it is cracked up to be.
So, there's this Yank who is on his very first day of his very first trip to London. He leaves his hotel and, looking to the left for traffic, steps out to cross the road. Immediately he is struck by an oncoming vehicle. The next thing he knows, he sees the blurred image of a nurse leaning over him and he figures from that picture and the pain he feels that he is in big trouble. "Nurse," he says, weakly, "Nurse, tell me, did I come here to die?"
"No, love," she replies, "you came here yesterday."
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