Saturday night Kiefer and I went out for dinner and then…of course…dessert. As we walked toward the ice cream parlor, a young British chap on a bicycle stopped us.
Brit: Excuse me…
Such a polite young man.
Kiefer: Yes?
Brit: Would you happen to know where Ice Street is located?
Kiefer: I think it’s by the courthouse. Go down 2 blocks and then turn left.
Brit: Thank you! I’m going to beat the f**k out of someone.
Thoughtsy: Good luck!
Kiefer and I exchanged glances as the Brit rode off into the sunset…to beat the eff out of someone.
Kiefer: What just happened? What the….
Thoughtsy: That…was…AWESOME! After we get our ice cream, can we walk down to Ice Street?
Kiefer: I can’t believe you said, “Good luck.”
On the walk back, we hoped to pass the bloodied Brit, so he could say something like, “You should see the other guy.” No such luck.
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September 6th, 2012 at 7:41 am
“Good luck” was probably the polite reflex to his British accent.
September 6th, 2012 at 7:44 am
Nice to see us Brits bring manners and fighting skills wherever we go 🙂
September 6th, 2012 at 7:57 am
In England, even the hooligans are have better manners than the typical U.S. teenager. (Once, when we lived in Florida, I was mistaken for a Brit because I was wearing a blue baseball cap that said “UK.” I’m from Kentucky, and “UK” is the University of Kentucky.)
September 6th, 2012 at 8:01 am
You are so nice, My mom mode would have kicked in and I would have said, “Seriously” and eye rolled the idiot. My husband would have said, “Now, why did you eye roll him, you are always trying to get me beat up, they always beat the guy up and he obviously was in a bad mood, did you need to piss him off more?”
September 6th, 2012 at 8:11 am
I bet he had a pair of brass knuckles on his handlebars. And I suppose ‘Good Luck’ was better than “Jolly well old chap.” 🙂
September 6th, 2012 at 8:29 am
What an awesome exchange.
September 6th, 2012 at 8:33 am
ROFLMFAO!!! OMG, that was just hysterical! Wish I was there for that! Wow, thanks for the good belly laugh! Gotta love the Brits!!
September 6th, 2012 at 10:01 am
First of all, I would have skipped the ice cream and picked up two boxes of Jr. Mints on the way home and gone straight for the ass kicking. If Hot Joe would let me (which he wouldn’t because he sucks). Secondly, 🙂 Yay me!
September 6th, 2012 at 10:50 am
As long as the fellow on Ice Street had it coming. It’s poor form to wish someone luck in his thumping if the thumpee doesn’t deserve it. So let’s all keep a good thought.
September 7th, 2012 at 8:59 am
Ice Street is a little shady. The chap probably deserved it.
September 6th, 2012 at 1:16 pm
“Carry on, old chap! Carry on.”
September 6th, 2012 at 1:48 pm
What I like best about this story is that you wanted to go to Ice Street after you got your ice cream. It’s important to keep your priorities straight.
September 7th, 2012 at 8:59 am
Always. Ice cream always comes first.
September 6th, 2012 at 2:01 pm
I would be totally tripping out on that situation too! The guy was on a bike?
He must have been plenty pist!
September 6th, 2012 at 2:04 pm
Those Brits are so tricky… everything they say sounds so posh and elegant, it takes you a minute to realize when they’re being batshit crazy.
September 6th, 2012 at 2:41 pm
Haha only in England can the brutes still be so polite 😉
Cheers
Choc Chip Uru
September 6th, 2012 at 6:01 pm
Oh man. I totally would have followed him. I’m sure you could have grabbed some ice cream AFTER watching a good ass kicking. Works up an appetite, that does.
And I thihk Good Luck is entirely appropriate. Fostering international relationships is what you are doing. Cheerio and all that. Pip pip.
September 6th, 2012 at 8:01 pm
He was British, so it was probably a real proper honorable duel. If he hadn’t been British I probably would have called the police.
September 7th, 2012 at 7:11 am
This may be my favorite conversation to ever take place. The fact he was British is a bonus.
September 7th, 2012 at 9:01 am
Having a British person involved makes everything cooler.
September 7th, 2012 at 9:13 am
He couldn’t have just left it at thank you?
September 7th, 2012 at 1:17 pm
It must be really inconvenient to have to stop for directions on your way to beat someone up. He could’ve been really rude. It’s nice to know that in spite of that, we maintained his manners.
I have hope in humanity.
September 8th, 2012 at 10:21 am
Nothing like a romantic evening of ice cream and trying to see the aftermath of a fight.
September 11th, 2012 at 5:23 pm
I want to marry EVERY British person I ever see/hear. That’s normal, right?
I think “good luck” was the perfect sentiment, and I also love you for saying that.