When I first lived in Scotland in the early 90s, whenever I went to a shop, the person behind the counter, on hearing my accent would invariably say, in a fauxmerican, sing-song voice, "Have a nice da-ay!", thus showing their awareness of American customer service culture and their mastery of irony in one deft move. In the few hours since I've been back I have been told to have a nice day multiple times.
This has been said genuinely, without feeling, and also without irony.
This is not progress.
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The Inn of Infinite Sadness, or alternatively, Smudge and Hobbes' Traumatising Transcendental Transatlantic Trip. Being the adventures of two very large, unwillingly peripatetic, half-Bengal cats and their owner (of rather similar description) as they prepare to leave the North American continent in search of a new life in their (the cats, not the owner) ancestral homeland of Aneda. Sigh, what I won't do for a decent cup of tea.
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