When I was 20, I worked one summer with a young British girl. She had married a GI and came to America when he was discharged. Very nice, very shy and reserved.
One Monday morning someone asked me if I had done anything exciting with my weekend. Being Southern, I said, “No, just piddled around the house.”
My British friend turned beet red in the face. When she recovered, she explained that in her version of English ‘piddled’ meant something like going wee wee in the corner.
As Churchill said - two peoples; separated by a common language.
>> My British friend turned beet red in the face. When she recovered, she explained that in her version of English ‘piddled’ meant something like going wee wee in the corner. <<
I used to live across the hall from a British chick. One day she volunteered to drive me over to the mechanic’s shop to pick up my car. She said, “Just come over and knock me up whenever you’re ready.”