America: I have a favo(u)r to ask.
Because I read this post, on the floor rolling I was.
My fellow Americans. I have a secret. I’ve been living with it for a couple of years now. I know it will come as a surprise, but don’t worry: I’m OK.
Deep breath, here goes: I’m not American.
I know, right? I’ve been trying really hard, with all the driving on the right and speaking funny and spelling words with more “z”s and fewer “u”s. I watch Doctor Who with commercials and Downton Abbey without. But the truth is, actually I’m British. Always have been.
According to the Department of Homeland Security, I’m a Conditional Permanent Resident Alien.
That means I live here. I work here. I earn here. I spend here. I follow the laws of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania and the United States of America. I’m registered for Selective Service. I pay federal, state, county and municipal taxes. I even pay the 7% Allegheny County Poured Drink Tax. I believe I’m exempt from speed limits, but I may have misunderstood the man at the DMV. He was mumbling.
I don’t get to vote here.
The BBC America Tumblr presents to you a visual guide to the British snack food available in our New York office vending machine.
Walkers and Tayto, roast chicken and ‘Cheese & Onion’ crisps, Bounty bars that look the same but taste different. Familiarize yourself for your next trip across the pond.
That “Milky Way” pretending to be a Milky Way? Really a Mars Bar. Come on, BBC America. You’re better than this :)