BP Totty-
I’m still in shock at how close I came to meeting you and your family on the ferry last week. I think we also took the 2:30 ferry back. I would have loved to introduce you to my wife and kids, I’m sure they would have gotten a kick out of you. (I’m sure you must be more interesting than a houseplant.)
Well anyway, I didn’t know where to post this so I guess I’ll put it here since it happened on the ferry.
There was this really cute British couple there with their two kids, the kind of family you’d love to have over for supper. (No, it wasn’t their humour that gave it away, it was their accent.)
The wife asks me if I’m a native and if so can she have permission to ask me a question. I respond in the affirmative to both.
Pointing to the Brooklyn Bridge, she asked if it was built by England. I answered that it was designed by a German named John Roebling but built by Americans, possibly immigrants but not by the English per se.
“Wasn’t that the bridge that was built in England and sent here by boat in pieces?”
At this point her husband interrupted and said, “Sweetie, you’re mixing up the Brooklyn Bridge with the Statue of Liberty and England with France!”
“But Honey”, she countered, “wasn’t there a bridge built in England?”
“Yes Sweetie, it’s called London Bridge, but it’s in London, not New York.”
“But Honey, didn’t we give one to New York as a present?”
“Sweetie, please stop, you embarrass me every time you open your mouth.”
(They were both giggling at the end and she still insisted that one of the bridges was a gift from England delivered here by boat and assembled.)