checking out some dvds in the public library today in this small town on the north shore, i noticed that the lady behind the counter wasn't making eye contact. i asked her how she was doing and she said she was fine, still without looking at me. "looking forward to the weekend?" i asked.
"yes," she said. i asked her where her accent was from and she looked at me and said, "scotland".
"i know that," i said, "but which part?"
"greenock," she said.
"morton," i replied, and she came to life and we had a lovely chat about david beckham and other bits of world news.
i've always told my mother that knowing the names of obscure football teams can sometimes be rather useful :-)