I told my British flatmates that one of the first things I had to do once I got back into America was drive. They all shared their fears for witnessing me behind the wheel, and for good reason. You can ask my friends and they will all exaggerate that I'm not focused, that I sing too much, or that I cut my turns too close. But, when you have an 8 hour jet lag, you take your time a little bit more.
Yesterday, I decided to go full on and hit up a not-so-nearby mall. This meant that I would get back onto the freeway. For my UK and EU friends here is a good example of what I mean:
Gorgeous isn't it?! Hell no it's not! I cannot describe the amount of times my heart skipped a bit as I bobbed and weaved at 80 mph as I narrowly tried to get my exit. My sisters sat in silence as they simply cried internally, or prayed, that we would make it. To be fair, they were exaggerating a lot. I had my Paddington bear keychain with me, and so I felt the spirit of her Majesty guide me through.
Once we got to the mall, I was shocked by seeing how out of tune I was with things. Instead of saying line I said, "Where does the queue look better?" I would even go to the wrong side of the line, I approached it from the left instead of the right. When it came to paying, cashiers would look at me like I was stupid for asking, "Do you accept contactless?" Excuse me but the Brits originated the language, so I am in the right.
I'm still tired and ahead the rest of the world, like last night I slept at 8 PM and awoke at 5 AM. This break is turning out to start out a bit rough, but let's hope that I don't forget the time difference in submitting my last summative!
Please follow along as my extra self announces to the world how I am so cultured, and how different the USA and UK are. Cheers if you read this far xo.
Author William Samayoa
Marketer by profession and storyteller by passion. L.A. raised, proud Latino, and pop culture enthusiast.