::::::::::: I've only been to the US once, on a skiing trip and to visit a friend who'd moved over there a few years earlier. On our drive uo from LA to Lake Tahoe we stopped off at a Wendys for breakfast. I thought they were talking a different language when they asked me how I'd like my fried eggs done. Err, fried? What the Hell is "easy over" anyway? I had a similar problem in a shoe store when I went up to the till and the assistant asked me if the shoes I was trying to buy would do for me, which I now understand to mean "will there be anything else you require sir?". After about a minute of me failing to understand what the no doubt well-meaning sales assistant was asking me I was about a picosecond away from saying "of course they'll do for me you stupid fucking cunt, else I wouldn't be standing here in front you trying to buy them", before my prefrontal lobes kicked in. I guess that my cute English accent may have helped a little bit as well.