I was out for a walk today, taking a break from the mischief and mayhem I call writing, and my first time around the loop I smiled and said hello to an older couple walking toward me. A woman, on the higher end of middle-aged, and a man, older than she; they said hello back.
Saw them again my second time around the loop, and shot a friendly smile their way. The woman approached me. "Excuse me," she called, "may I ask you a question?" I nod and she approaches me. "Are you English?", she asks in a clearly British accent.
"English?" I ask. "I'm American, actually."
"Oh! We thought you may have been English. Americans never stop to say hello or hi."
I stared at her incredulously. "Really? I didn't know that." Where I'm from, everyone says hi; I'm from a stereotypically "nice" state.
"Well, we were just wondering," she said, smiling. "Thank you for the hello!"
I grinned. "You're welcome--it was nice to say hi! Enjoy your walk!"
I spent the rest of my walk smiling about it. I'm delighted to have unintentionally fooled anyone into thinking I was British, and I'm also grateful for the Easter egg. There I was, walking and contemplating my British character, and what do I happen upon but two accents in the middle of the park? Love it.