"Do you mind me asking where your ancestors are from?" the guy behind the counter at the Stop and Shop in Brooklyn asks me after telling me I "look English"
"Well, they're English, Irish, Scottish, and Welsh," I say, "so I'm kind of a UK mutt."
"All those countries oppressed by the English," he says, shaking his head. "So, between you and me," he says, leaning in conspiratorially, "what do you think of the IRA?"