I walk with purpose through the halls and see a tall man in his 60s, alone. I jump out of the corner at him like a nightmare. “Hi, I’m Jess,” I say. “Where do you live?”

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“There are things an American in the U.K. will probably never get used to, like how there is seemingly only one flavor of Pop-Tart here, and that flavor is S’mores. Or how British people don’t know what strep throat is. Or how there are seven ways to say “bacon sandwich” and 141 ways to describe being “drunk” and not one sincere way of saying you are “super-excited.” People are also more skittish when you casually try to pet their dogs. (Please just let me pet your dogs, people of Britain!)”

Read the rest in The Cut / New York Magazine.