Unfiltered Story #262728

I’m British, on holiday in L.A. Finding myself in need of some cigarettes, I go to the nearest gas station.

Me: “Twenty CrissCross LIghts, please..”
Clerk: “Twenty?!”
Ex-pat behind me: “She means a pack.”

And that was the day I learned that our common language really does separate us. And that there’s nothing quite like being in a foreign land, and having some guy come up behind you that turns out to be from a village five miles away. :)