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.