Yesterday on our way out of the house to go bike riding, we stopped to speak to the neighbors. After chatting for a little while about the colleges we were going to, or in my case not, Lily asked to we could pet Rosie, their adorable little dog. Rosie scooted back under the car away from us, so jokingly, Lily said “Well we don’t want to see you after all!”
Her owner laughed and responded, “That’s a William’s girl for you! Now, the Yalie would say, ‘Let me think about it. I think you should get out from under the car’ and the English girl would say, ‘Let’s meet at the pub!'”
We said goodbye, and as soon as we were in the car with all the doors closed we broke down laughing.
I love old people.