If there is something that British people should be proud is the normality of their insane people. In Brazil, my home country, the crazy people act like crazy. They shout, they gesticulate a lot, they make faces. If you’ve seen one you would have no other way but conclude “Oh well, poor crazy man”. Not here.
You are walking on the street. You are on a bus. Someone ask you something, anything. “What time is it?”, “Do you know where I can find a post office?”. You answer it… Oh boy! They start saying non-senses… and because you don’t understand they shout and everybody start looking at you.
Today I got the weirdest one. 7.30 am, empty coffee shop. A customer entered and ask for a latte and a mozzarella croissant… Normal transaction… if the guy didn’t start to shout complaining about a smell that only himself could feel.
Coffee and pastry on hand. Time to eat. Few seconds of normality and an interruption caused by a strong coughing and complaining.
“I cannot eat this!!! I want my money back! There is a pube hair on it!”
Of course there was any… The question is: how a pubic hair would appear in a croissant? :-S
