The Search for My E.U. Passport.

This morning I drove to work on the left side of the road again. I answered the phones when I knew it would potentially be a hearty Scottish accent on the other end, and mindlessly rattled off prices in GBPs all day, and I ordered pizza from dominos.co.uk, and said my Cheers’ at the proper time and I complained just the right amount about the weather.

I really am pretty good at this, you know.