An Englishman, an American, and a Scotsman were talking about their trips to other countries.
“I’ll never forget what happened the first time I had breakfast in America,” said the Englishman. “The waitress leaned over my shoulder and asked if I had finished with the cereal. It was some time before I realized that she had been asking if I had finished my porridge.”
“Well,” said the American. “Shortly after I landed in England, a waiter came up to me while I was lunching and asked how I found my chop. I told him that I found it behind the potato. I didn’t realize until later that he was asking me how I liked it.
“That’s nothing to what happened to me once,” said the Scotsman. “I was lodging in a small town in western Ireland. Half an hour after I had finished my dinner, a girl came into my room and asked, ‘Will I strip now, sir?’ I fled into my bedroom and locked the door, but I found afterwards that in Ireland, ‘stripping the table’ meant clearing away the dishes.”
