I'll never forget the first night of our honeymoon. People from Houston and Buffalo had been in town for a week, and by the time the reception was over, Teresa and I were feeling exhausted. We were really looking forward to just getting away and catching our breath.
Our first night in Bermuda, we went to the Frog and Onion Pub at the Royal Naval Dockyard (great place, highly recommend), and started putting away some pints of Tenents. After my 3rd or 4th, this English guy starts "chatting me up." Nice enough guy, buys us a round, and pulls out a pouch and starts rolling his own cigaratte. About to light it, he apologized, and held it up in front of me and said "You wanna' smoke a fag, mate?" I almost fell off of my bar stool!