I said something so dryly sarcastic, my English man thought I was serious
Posted on February 13, 2010 by yankeebean
Well, I’ve done it. I’ve reached another milestone in the living-in-England process.
Yesterday I said something so dryly sarcastic that my English man thought I was serious.
I did it! I truly accomplished dry sarcasm! WOOHOOOOO!! *bow* *bow*
I know it’s only a glitch in the Matrix, really, and I’ll go back to my hammy ways faster than a you can say ‘yank’, but I DID feel like I’d really accomplished something, y’know?
I can’t even remember what I said now… BUMMER because I wanted to cross-stitch it onto a mini-pillow and hang it on the wall (kidding… kinda…).
I’m sure you’ll agree with me when I say that sarcasm is a beautiful thing. I’m totally pro-sarcasm, whether it be American-large or English-dry.
I like ‘em both, but the two really don’t mix well. I’ve found that if I go for yankee-sarcasm in the UK, I tend to get blank looks (sometimes almost looks of pity). But if I’m too dry in America, I actually OFFEND people (I feel COMPLETELY horrified whenever this happens - racked with guilt… “deport me now”)
Actually, it’s one of the challenges about flitting back and forth between these two fine lands – one that I think about a lot. The humour is SO flippin’ different and I don’t know how to switch from one to the other. I wish there was some kind of sleep hypnosis tape that I could listen to for a week before I went back home – one that would help me change gears so the difference wasn’t so shocking. It could include the latest slang and news, bouts of American humo(u?)r, the latest movie updates (since we get them 100 years late) and accent-therapy to bring back your full twang.
Hey, there could be something in this. Are there any hypnosis gurus out there? This could be your money maker! You’ve got your first customer right here…