You would think that after five years together Rob and I would have come across all of the differences you can possibly think of. Aluminum/Aluminium, Tidy/Clean, Rubbish/Trash, Dick/Knob. You get the gist. But there are things. Things. That sometimes lead to arguments.
Him: Give me your purse.
Me: hands over purse
Him: I just wanted your purse.
Me: I gave you my purse!
Me: Fuck you.
Him: FUCK YOU.
Purse/Wallet/Handbag/WTF?! England: Purse = Wallet. America: Purse = Handbag.
Then there are things. Where I am stupid.
Me: Get me cough medicine that has sleep aid but no tylanol.
Him: For a tickly cough or a chesty cough?
Me: There is no such thing here. That is a British thing.
Him: There is TOO.
Me: THERE IS NOT. It doesn’t matter. Jess is in charge. NO TYLANOL PLUS SLEEPY SHIT. Jess is in charge.
Him: Like Night Nurse?
Me: Jess is in charge.
20 minutes later…
Those would be Jess’ hands