First day in God's country (this side of the Atlantic) was today. The only down side was that it was only a day trip (well, that and the driver taking me to the airport had to pick me up at 5:30 to catch the flight).
Once we set foot on terra firma in the land of the Scots, I did a fairly decent job of keeping the spontaneous grin off my face in the taxi to the office in Aberdeen. This was mostly due to the fact that the taxi driver hardly said a word and my boss was busily working away at emails and such on his Blackberry. However, on the way back to the airport, we had a quite chatty driver, who was reasonably cute, and had a REALLY thick Scottish accent, and I'm surprised my cheeks weren't sore from all the grinning that was going on.
Heaven.
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What about the teeth???????
Guess Who :):):)
Ahh, Duv, yeh know that yer gonnahav a gret time in bonny Scootland, jes don spend tuumuch time starin'at the young lads in their kilts, right?
Dr. Shaemus MacDovie
SO, the socks obviously weren't an issue, rather the back of the head and the car he was driving. Interesting...
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