Okay, not true. Not all of them. Just mine. And only about certain subjects. First day in London. I hop into a cab after taking the Heathrow Express to central London, and the first thing the driver says when he finds out I’m from the U.S.: “Good God, when is it ever going to end?” Wasn’t really sure what he was talking about, so I said so. “Your elections!” he said. “Here, elections aren’t even really elections — they last three weeks. How long have yours dragged on for?” I honestly had to stop and think about that one before replying. And if you have to do that, it’s gone on far too long.
