One of my first trips to England many moons ago, I was in Essex, drove past a snack bar and thought dancer my kinda food. Got to the front of the queue and asked the lassie for 2 rolls in square sausage......utter confusion. You wot love?
Every cunt in the queues looking at me as though I've got 2 heids.
I tried again but slower this time, two...rolls...in...square...sausage....please.
Still nothing but a blank stare looking back at me, I'm thinking how do you say 2 rolls in square sausage in English? Every bastard in the queue is still staring at me like I'm an alien, my face is going red and I'm thinking if I don't get offered some sort of food soon I'll just revert to stereotype, lamp one of these cunts that are staring at me and walk away hungry!
Then the lassie says you mean 2 sausage baps love?
Aye that'll dae! Grabbed them and bolted. Fucking horrible, big floury bastard baps with fat manky links in them. When I ended up living down there I used to get my maw to post me lorn sausage and haggis every few weeks!