We're English.
All we can do is complain about the weather and drink.
The English can complain and drink.
The Irish can sing and drink.
The Scottish can fight and drink.
The Welsh can have sex with sheep.
Aw, that made my day better.
Also the shit that went down at work today I got a small bit of enjoyment out of. Because it was different. A guy came in and asked if I knew the number for "skagit." I thought he was talking about some kind of towing service or something. (skagit is one of the neighboring counties) When I told him I did not know the number, he proceeded to type on the card reader. A moment later, he gave up and punched the card reader, then picked up it's pen and held it up to the left side of his head while punching numbers on the EBT reader. After giving up on that and smacking the EBT reader twice, he went back to the card reader with the pen still up by his head. Throwing the pen down, he then shouted "CAN I JUST MAKE A CALL!" and I realized what he had been doing. He'd been trying to make a phone call... on the credit card and EBT readers. I punched in the phone number he then gave me on the real (fake phone number, it had 8 numbers in it) phone and passed him the receiver which he held up to the side of his head without first taking his hood and knit cap off. When he didn't get through, he slammed the phone down onto the counter several times and threw the receiver across the counter, at which point he was thrown out of the store, I called the police, and he attempted to fight the man throwing him out. The cops arrested him and checked him over, he was on PCP.