So we hit the lanes, and my team did fairly well. I even broke 100 in my first game. (I returned to true form with a 76 in my second.) Every time I approached, I could hear my PE teacher's voice in my head..."Straight wrist. Watch your approach. Don't loop your arm in your backswing! Aw, Mind! Pay attention!" Didn't help any more now than it did then.
But the whole evening made me reflect on the drive home about the number of stupid questions and odd assumptions I've encountered since I got here. Here are just a few of the ridiculous things I've been asked or told in the last few weeks:
- How big is your car at home? (Much surprise when I owned up to a Mazda 626.)
- Do you own a gun? (apparently they presume it's mandatory.)
- Do you have KFC in America? (Yes, they meant Kentucky Fried Chicken.)
- Are there gangsters in Minnesota? (Came after a discussion about the Godfather)
- Driving in Milton Keynes must feel normal to you. (This is because Milton Keynes is structured on a grid, which Brits consider very American. Never you mind the ubiquitous roundabouts that people take at 40 miles an hour and the whole driving on the left side of the road business with a steering wheel on the passenger's side of the car.)
- You used to live in Seattle...doesn't it rain a lot there? (Yes, and you live in England. What's your point?)
- You should go see Jerry Springer - The Musical. You'll love it. (?)
- There's a good Mexican restaurant in Stony Stratford.
- Don't go to Bletchley alone. It's a bit rough. (That's like telling me to avoid Robbinsdale.)
- And my personal favorite....WHY DID YOU VOTE FOR GEORGE BUSH? (Good question, wrong person to ask.)