Tickled, you resolve to get them personalized mini-licence plates. You hit a snag. It no longer strikes you as odd that there are only four available television stations. You don't give a damn if C.J . Your wife calls to tell you the kids want a pet.
Cricket starts making sense.
You fear if both feet leave the ground as you walk, an official will appear and wave a red card in your face. A man steals your suitcase and races away. Your hotel room resembles your kid's bedrooms for all-out sloth. On a whim, you decide to express your love for the missus with an engraved bracelet. Soon you are on the phone again, posing as an Australian.