Ray

It takes some time to assimilate and then before you know it....this is what happens to you and you know you've become "American".

Language
You have started Americanising the pronunciation of your Rs in order to get understood on the phone.

Writing the month before the day no longer seems weird and unnatural.

You call shops "stores".

You call petrol "gas".

You go to the movies instead of the flicks (or cinema to the youngsters) which is, of course, in a theatre.

You talk about taking the elevator instead of the lift.

You chomp ice (is this a Texan thing or more widespread?)

You stop asking for rubbers when you want an eraser.

You wear a sweat-shirt with B.U.M. Equipment written across it.

You pronounce aluminium as aluminum.

You start to pronounce the W's and H's in place names...Warwick...Birmingham etc.

You greet people with.... Hey! How ya dooin! Or... Hey... How's it goin'?

You find yourself saying... "you becha..!!" instead of "yes"

You stop telling people you'll knock them up in the morning

You call a bumbag a fannypack.

You have stopped trying to bum a ******* a friend.

You talk routinely of taking a sack/brown bag lunch to the office.

You wonder what a "bin liner" is.

It strikes you forcibly that British pop stars sound American when they sing, but not when they speak (Lisa Stansfield for one example).

Your name is Katy but you've given in and started to pronounce your name as "Kady" in order to be understood. (Otherwise you get called Casey!)

You wait in line, rather than queue

You spell stuff like "center"

You know that asking for ski pants with braces will get you very weird stares.

You start to say Zee instead of Zed (although you still think Zed because it's better than Zee, which sounds like "c" over the phone)

You understand that "liberal" means "left-wing"

"Ringing your Dad" takes on a whole new meaning, as does "dragging on a fag."

You stop saying self-effacing, apologetic things like I'm sorry about that, I'm afraid that, Forgive me, I hope you don't mind, as conversational filler. (Sorry about that)

You understand that "interesting" usually means "unpleasant" or "disturbingly unusual".

You call university "school."

You would never say "Have a nice day" yourself, but you no longer have any kind of knee-jerk reaction when someone says it to you.

The word "blimey" sounds IMPOSSIBLY peculiar.

You are occasionally rendered totally immobile by internal panic when you lose track: Chips are crisps, no, french fries are chips, no chips are cookies, er.. cookies are biscuits, er.. biscuits are hard and crunchy and sweet... er no, er .. biscuits are what you mop up your gravy with... English muffins are impossible to find in England... er the First floor is the ground floor... no... it's the second floor... the scampi is a prawn... a shrimp is a lobster tail.. a prawn is a shrimp...

You learn to use the article "the" when going to THE hospital.

You giggle when asked to "pass a napkin."

You start calling holidays vacations.

The word "dude" passes your lips without a conscious effort.

Trunk and hood come to mind rather than boot and bonnet.

You understand that dummy refers more to a lame brain than to something you stick in a baby's mouth.

You have forgotten what a wardrobe is.

You only use the word "brilliant" to describe shiny objects, or intelligent people

You say "Period" instead of "Full Stop."

You may be a racist. But you stopped being a racialist a long time ago. (Ahh... but are you a sexist or a sexualist?)

Y'All sounds like a perfectly reasonable form of address.



PoliticsYou go in for politics and you "run" for office, instead of "standing" for election. (I always thought that was a very significant difference).

You take it as a matter of course that all politicians, lawyers and cops are corrupt. (Tho' that's increasingly the assumption Britside too, I suspect).

You have forgotten that politicians outside the USA usually resign when faced with a major scandal.

You embrace racial politics as the national pastime.

You can no longer remember the name of the UK Prime Minister, but you vaguely remember someone saying he has a lot in common with Bill Clinton. Both youngish, both married to lawyers and both in the UK during the Vietnam War.



Media
You no longer listen to the BBC on that Radio Shack short-wave radio you bought just after you arrived.

You've resorted to putting a sticker on the back of the TV remote, which lists alphabetically all the channels and their numbers.

You feel that you should go on national T.V to tell millions of people about an embarrassing problem.

You no longer even notice how many ghastly commercials there are on TV. (Or how staid and un-funny they are).

You try to escape the appalling commercials by using them as a trigger to change the channel. Result: you forget what you were watching in the first place, you're now surfing.

You are growing accustomed to the awful slapstick US comedy shows (what do their writers do after the age of seven?).

You are now used to the US news "anchors" who are chosen according to two criteria: good looks and lack of intellect.

It never occurs to you that anyone could possibly seek to define you by the newspaper you read.

You pick up a UK tabloid and simply can't fathom how 90% of this crap is in the paper. You read it anyway.

You pick up a UK "heavy" newspaper and simply can't fathom how 90% of THIS crap is in the paper. You read it anyway.

You have stopped subscribing to UK newspapers.

The first section you turn to in the Sunday Paper is the funnies.

You realise that you have to buy the Wall Street Journal if you want an egregious editorial slant.

You have given up on the US media and have turned to the foreign press to find out what is going on in Washington. D.C


Going Home
Somehow people seem scruffier and old people wear a uniform of beige M&S raincoats.

You feel at home but you don't belong.

During visits to the UK to see friends & family you secretly & guiltily start counting the days until the flight back.

You go back home & can't understand why somebody doesn't put all your groceries (shopping) in a sac(bag) after they have asked if you want paper or plastic.

When I took my wife on her first UK visit I had to constantly remind her: "You're in England now. You can have anything you like... Except what you want."...

You're in Birmingham. It's 10:30 a.m. You wonder why everyone thinks you're crazy for suggesting driving to London for lunch. You do it anyway.

You manage to live through minus 40 Montreal winters, but complain of cold in UK houses. Mutter about "insulation" and "central heating" as you wonder why everyone is wearing HORRIBLE looking quilted jackets. They mutter about how "soft" you've become.

You order a Martini and then have to ask them to add gin.

You're a smoker, and can't understand why you have to pay for matches.

You wonder why you have to ask them to refill your coffee and then find to your horror you're expected to pay for it.

You laugh uproariously at bottles of Britvic orange juice.

You say things like: "THIS is a supermarket?"

You liked London better when it didn't have McDonalds, KFC, Pizza Hut, Baskin-Robbins, etc.

You wince every time someone says "At the end of the day..." or "Whilst..." (and others too numerous to remember).

You use the construction: "Do you have?" not "Have you got?" (The answer is no anyway)

A trend that started a year ago in California reached the East coast six months ago and is now DEAD. Six months later you're in London. It's just arrived and is topic A. You zone out in utter boredom as it's discussed endlessly on chat shows.

You find yourself defending the USA in futile arguments with people who may have been in Miami Beach for as long as 14 days, and know everything there is to know about America.

You catch yourself thinking England's "quaint" or "cute."

You cannot BELIEVE the precocity or the vocabulary of ("naice" middle class) kids.

You mistake a roll of kitchen towels for loo paper, and wonder (again) why the Brit. version of EVERYTHING is always skimpier, thinner, smaller and more pathetic than the Yank.

You don't remember Brit. TV as being so chaotic.

You've forgotten the names of the Royal Princes, and you choose to know less Royal gossip than your colleagues.

You go home and fish for a quid note to buy two pints of beer.

In a UK Pub, you have to fumble with your unrecognisable loose change like a simpleton while apoligising in a perfectly good British accent.

You go back to the UK and have to convert everything into dollars to figure out what it costs!

You go home, leave a 15% tip and are accused of showing off.

Your garden is ten times the size of your parent's garden but theirs looks ten times better tended.

You go home and find your use of now archaic slang received with a look of disdain, particularly as it is often *******ized with the American "r" pronunciation.

You refuse to get drawn into UK conversations about the COST of bloody well everything. It costs what it costs. Pay it or don't. But let's not go on and on about it. Puhleeze.

You pick up a copy of Private Eye, and have NO IDEA who all the pseudonyms refer to.

You have to have all your trousers... er pants... repaired after a UK visit. The weight of the change...

There doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to the UK phone number system, which seems to change every three weeks. If the whole continent of North America can standardise on a 3-digit area code and a 7-digit phone number for everyone, why can't an island the size of Pennsylvania get it right?

You return to your parent's house in the UK and wonder from within your layers of woollies and thermals how you ever survived your childhood.

You go home and see someone impeccably turned out in a new Burberry raincoat, a well-pressed Savile Row suit, a crisp, starched Jermyn Street shirt, polished handbuilt shoes. You say to yourself: "Look. There goes an American."

You flinch when you hear American buzzwords mispronounced on British radio shows.

You overhear "British" being spoken and you can no longer figure out within five miles as to where they're from.

You go "home" you get the feeling that you are being ripped off all the time.

Assimilating the Culture and Customs.
You are beginning to tire of telling everyone your life story and how you came to move to the US.

You no longer care that there is a store 30 miles away that stocks Marmite.

You have put on weight since you arrived.

You decide that a 40 inch waist is really OK, and that 210 lb. sounds not nearly as heavy as 15 stone.

People have stopped asking you if you are from Australia.

You hide from your North American family the English chocolate that's been sent from the UK, because well they won't appreciate like you do. Throw 'em a Hershey Bar.

You take water pressure for granted and no longer have to jump around in the shower to get wet you even get to wet, wash and rinse your hair before the water goes cold.

You no longer think anything of the fact your refrigerator is the same size as a single bedroom in the UK.

You look left then right when crossing the road.

You contemplate the benefits of plastic surgery. And straight, even, white teeth. And regular dry cleaning.

Your accent has softened to the point that your audience is now aware when it's being insulted rather than charmed.

You stop making judgments about people based on what they do for a living.

Or how they pronounce certain words. (Exception: "Nukular")

You are beginning to understand baseball and even watch a few games on TV.

You need an extra wallet for your credit cards.

You throw out the junk mail, unopened.

You talk to complete strangers in the elevator.

You've forgotten how to use a knife, and which hand it is held in.

You have started using a middle initial.

You have committed your social security number to memory.

You buy a handgun.

You naturalize as a US citizen.

You have bought a Websters Dictionary and the OED is gathering dust.

You cannot count the number of cans of soft drink you've consumed during the past week.

You've started paying for a lawn service.

You think nothing of having two totally unused rooms in the house: the living room and the dining room.

You've got used to the continental climate: life-threatening heat alternating with dangerous cold, occasionally interspersed with floods, fires and tornadoes.

You now find expressways are somehow reassuring.

You have stopped playing with the garage door opener.

You have grown used to your driveway being wide enough for two way traffic: with a turning lane in the centre.

You use a spill proof mug in the car.

You have stopped using the horn in traffic, too much ordnance out there.

You've stopped walking to the right side of the car only to find that the steering wheel is on the left.

You no longer think there's anything inherently unmanly about automatic transmission.

You drive further for lunch than your father used to take you on vacation.

Your car has one of those radar absorbent "bras" on the front.

You have stopped wondering why US road signs always have to spell it out. In the US: "Speed Limit 30" Everywhere else: "30" (and liberal use of wordless pictograms for other signs).

You no longer question the mandatory requirement that if you have kids, you must drive a sport utility vehicle or, failing that, a minivan.

You know that whatever vehicle you choose it must have at least one row of seats dedicated to each of your kids.

You don't raise an eyebrow when Land Rover Discoveries are described in commercials as "compact" sport utility vehicles.

You think 130kph is the cruising speed of one of those Concordes

You have given up using irony on anyone without a college education.

Your mind glazes over when an American praises the wonderful British sense of humour.

You finally take the hint and stop squashing all the food together on the plate and mashing it up on the fork! Yuk!

You're surprised when someone actually tells you how they're doing when you ask.

You don't wonder why the `World Series' has teams from only one country competing.

You wonder how rugby payers can play without wearing protection.

Your attention span for anything has shortened to one minute.

You consider education to be a commodity acquired and paid for much like any other.

You are no longer FASCINATED by the mouthful of metal and rubber band contraptions people put in their own and their children's mouths.

It no longer defies the Laws of the Universe that light switches go up to go on.

You take a shower at least once per day

You have overcome the urge to wear dark socks with sandals

You are female and no longer contemplate wearing high heels without nylons.

You have caved in and bought another TV to plug into that cable outlet in the bedroom.

You no longer sleep with the bedroom window open, messes up the carefully warmed or cooled air. (quote from my wife between chattering teeth "You English and your bloody fresh air").

You don't shudder nearly as much when the gas and/or electric bill arrives.

You have stopped thinking how many British families would be grateful for a house the size of one of your closets.

You first reaction to the news that someone is a doctor is not that he is a selfless healer, but that he is a money-grubbing overpaid shyster out to gouge you. (Notice I said "he." Somehow women MDs don't seem to get this as much)

You no longer feel like a complete prat when putting your hand over your heart during The Star Spangled Banner.
You actually try and sing the Star Spangled Banner.

You are no longer deferential.

You regard the few restrictions on purchasing a gun as outrageous impediments to full enjoyment of your constitutional rights.

You overhear "British" being spoken, and can tell they're only here on a visit. Contrary to your behaviour just after you arrived, you do nothing to draw attention to yourself as having anything in common with them.

You find it impossible to believe you ever received mail addressed to "(First Name, Last Name) Esq." (Apparently, Brits who stay in US hotels often fail to get their mail from other Brits, because the desk clerk looks them up in the computer, and finds nobody checked in under the name "Esq."

You now realize there is no such thing as "an" American accent. Furthermore, most American accents are quite pleasant to you, you find them harmonious if not outright melodious, while you now find many British accents to be quite jarring.

You now believe a Robin is a rather large bird

You use cinnamon flavoured dental floss

You use any kind of flavoured dental floss

You use dental floss

Your kids love going to their paediatric dentist whose practice is filled with toys, video arcade games etc.

You have grown used to those stingy 16oz pints.

Contrary to your behaviour just after you arrived, you now seek to avoid shopping malls.

You now regard the UK as being part of Europe.

You can spot visiting Brits just by looking at their clothes.

You have given up watching Prime Minister's Question Time on CSPAN,= there are better things to do on Sunday nights.

You regard Canadians as our "harmless neighbours to the north" rather than as fellow subjects of Her Majesty.

You watch tapes of your kids taken just after you arrived and cannot believe they ever talked like that.

You overhear the following on the commuter train and don't even flinch:
"I'm going on business to England next week." "Yeah? I was there six weeks ago, nice place." "Uh Huh, I like it. Terrible food though" "Yeah."

Work
You can casually hold a conversation whilst standing at a urinal.

You don't mind the 1/2 inch gaps around the cubicle doors, or the foot high gap between the partitions and the floor.

You have got used to having to search business cards for the phone number, which is somewhere among the fax, pager, cell phone and email numbers.

You expect to find today's sports section in the men's bathroom, possibly pinned up above the urinal.

You would not dream of going out from work for a lunchtime drink (instant termination will result).

You have stopped staring at the sidewalk smokers outside their office buildings (freezing or boiling according to season).

You have grown used to the smell of take-out food permeating the office elevators that are used to ferry vast quantities of the stuff in at all hours of the working day.

You have grown used to having only two weeks vacation per year and probably don't use it anyway.

You watch your mouth; any off-colour jokes could incur the wrath of the Neo-McCarthyists.

You find that the demands of work leave very little time to spend in the nice big home that you have slaved for.

You know that you will always find the boss's office in the much-prized corner location.



Shopping & Eating Out
You have started taking for granted the huge stores and overwhelming choice.

You accept that a maximum of 3 out of a possible 25 checkouts will be staffed at any one time, in any store located anywhere in the USA.

You get annoyed when a store closes before 9pm.

You can't imagine ever buying less than a full tank of gas.

You expect them pack your shopping at the supermarket. And carry it to the car

You tip at every possible opportunity.

You ask for Diet 7UP.

You have given up asking for tea in restaurants.

You stop asking for white coffee.

You no longer wait for waitresses to tell you all the options, but just rhyme off what you want so you won't waste time.

You order a sandwich straight off and completely without having to answer or be surprised by the subsequent interrogation.

You think that a car loan is as necessary for the next 30 years as a mortgage

You know that at the checkout, the question "Paper Or Plastic?" refers to the carrier bag rather than the payment method.

You learn how to haggle, bargain, deal and NEVER pay retail, even in department stores. (Try THAT anywhere in England except street markets and probably Bond Street too and see how far you get.)

You have bought an automatic bread maker: a corollary of the disgusting bread in the supermarkets.

You ask for a doggy bag without even remembering the embarrassment you felt the first time you tried this alien concept.

You're surprised when you have to pay for more than one cup of coffee or coke.

You ask if they deliver.

You complain about bad service to their face!

You don't think that ten napkins, two plastic spoons and ten sachets of sugar in a large paper bag is too much waste for just a coffee `to go'.

You don't wait for the sun to shine to eat ice cream.

You would rather go hungry than be forced to park the car more than 5 spaces from the supermarket entrance.

You order grits for breakfast and enjoy eating them. (Still can't get used to the bacon though)

You don't bat an eye at the request for ice in a glass of wine (red or white).

You are no longer deferential to or intimidated by, any salesperson, no matter how snooty. (Especially if it's a snooty Brit. salesperson in an exclusive New York shop.)

You buy HUGE bottles of gin.

Pimpbot

Thats a long one Ray, but before my attention span run out, I'd say I was guilty of most of them. Oh dear..

Schnorbitz

Ray

Yup same here ... in fact I dread even going to the UK now ...

Rete

Cute, Ray and probably so very true.

On the tv commercial thingee, while in Germany two weeks ago I counted sixteen (16) commercials during one break. Even in New York, that's unheard of ;-)

Sally

Very good. I was trying to work out why the pints were smaller here.

Chorlton

About 70% of the language stuff sounded familiar, but I seem to be resisting on the rest of it so far

Bob

so is that what those condom things supposed to be then?

Dimsie

You've just defined for me how far I've still got to go, Ray!

I've memorised my Social Security number - I suppose it's a start!

Bob

I had it memorised for a while as it was our log in for the gym, but now the gyms closed, I've kinda forgot it

gruffbrown

And the UK feels the same way probably...

Lion in Winter

Nothing to be worried about. It's just like learning to speak French in France and Chinese in China. This is a foreign country. You have to speak the right way to make yourself understood.

Ray

I am beloved by many .. there is .....Umm !! I will come back later with the list ...

antjen

dont get me started on tv commercials/adverts, especialy when the tv show segment airs for a shorter tme than the breaks!!!

Ant