No Reservations

I had heard that the British were reserved but I didn’t understand the full implications of this until after I had lived in the UK for a year or so.

AP never wants to draw attention to himself and is rather mortified if I do anything that might smack of that.    I sometimes feel garish in conversation.  I am loud, I know.  And I sometimes curse.  I think nothing of approaching a stranger for directions or other exchanges of information.  This horrifies my British husband.  I have known him to hide from me…behind a tree or shaded by shrubbery… when I’ve done such a thing.

Once we walked in the wrong door of a restaurant and the waitress kindly asked us to re-enter through the correct door so the hostess could seat us and AP was so filled with shame that he didn’t want to re-enter the restaurant!

However, let us be in an eatery when his steak isn’t cooked properly or if a hotel reservation goes pear shaped and he is the most grateful man in the world to be with a brash American.

Yesterday we had to return a plumbing fixture to the local home store due to a fault — and without a receipt.  This required some finagling and so we negotiated who should do the talking.  I think you know who did the talking and I’m happy to say that I left with a credit on my account.

AP took me out for dinner.  Which was perfect.  And required no finagling.


10 thoughts on “No Reservations

  1. Maybe it’s because my grandfather was British, but I am more like your AP than you. I too can easily be embarrassed by my mate’s brashness. In our house, when a service representative, sales person, or anybody in a role of authority needs to be spoken to, I send Mark in to do it. He was born in the Bronx and when he was nine years old his family moved to New Jersey. Need I say more?

  2. Ooh! I sympathize! I could have written this:

    “AP never wants to draw attention to himself and is rather mortified if I do anything that might smack of that. I sometimes feel garish in conversation. I am loud, I know. And I sometimes curse. I think nothing of approaching a stranger for directions or other exchanges of information. This horrifies my British husband. I have known him to hide from me…behind a tree or shaded by shrubbery… when I’ve done such a thing.”

    p.s. I am an old-time follower from Pearl’s blog. xx

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