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Stranger in a strange land
Jan. 22nd, 2012 12:45 pm"That will be 25p," the man behind the counter of Jessops camera and print shop in my parent's city of Leicester told me.
Bargain! I had gone in to print out a set of photographs that my Dad had taken that morning, ready for an express renewal of my passport while I was in the UK.
"Yes, it's cheap if you do all the work yourself!" the shop assistant joked as I rummaged in my wallet.
I tipped a collection of coins in my palm and examined them. "Is this a ten pence?" I held up a silver coin that seemed about the right size, although the design was different to how I remembered it.
The shop assistant looked at me oddly. "Where are you from originally?" he asked.
"I.... um .... here," I muttered. "It's just... been a while."
Major fail!
Bargain! I had gone in to print out a set of photographs that my Dad had taken that morning, ready for an express renewal of my passport while I was in the UK.
"Yes, it's cheap if you do all the work yourself!" the shop assistant joked as I rummaged in my wallet.
I tipped a collection of coins in my palm and examined them. "Is this a ten pence?" I held up a silver coin that seemed about the right size, although the design was different to how I remembered it.
The shop assistant looked at me oddly. "Where are you from originally?" he asked.
"I.... um .... here," I muttered. "It's just... been a while."
Major fail!
