Scenes From a Transatlantic Relationship #1
A couple months ago, Paul, my Glaswegian boyfriend, came out of our washroom and announced, "there's a bluebottle in the toilet".
Totally perplexed by his comment, I just stared at him, trying to process the bizarre scenario.
Thinking I didn't hear the first time, Paul repeated himself, "there's a bluebottle in the toilet".
I was totally at a loss - why was there a bottle in the toilet bowl? Who put it there? Why didn't Paul pick it out from the toilet but feel the need to tell me? I JUST DIDN'T GET IT.
"What are you talking about? Did you drop a bottle in the toilet!"
Realising that I was in North American mode, Paul sighed, "No, you numptie! A bluebottle is a fly! There's a fly in there"
"Ohhhh! You mean there is a horse fly in the washroom!"