With the jet lag and city driving, I decided to wait a day before picking up a rental car car for hire. I popped into the airport and a woman hawking Barclay's bank cards tried to stop me for an application.
After I got the keys to the car, I went back to her.
"I have to know - did you think I was from Northern Ireland?"
Yes, she did. But once I opened my mouth, the jig was up.
Because I feel that I exude Americanness, I was delighted she thought I was Northern Irish, even for a split second.
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