Turned

The mayonnaise had turned. The ham sandwich stuck to my tongue. Then the sunlight turned from pale yellow to dull dish-wash drizzle. In town the sidewalks had turned slick. An English friend I knew, even before he turned into an American turned on me – Said he jovially, “You’ve turned into a right ol’e git.” I smiled smugly, told him that in the U.S. they don’t know what a ‘git’ is! Turns out I was wrong. Trans-Atlantic lingo has turned with the changing times, turns out they knew, they bloody well really knew!