Freezing

It was a long winter night. Temperature had gone so low that I felt guilty when offerring lifts to people. To my true astonishment and undisguised joy two Englishmen wanted me to get them to Victoria Coach Station. I didn`t let them ask twice for it. On the way we stopped in a red light, next to some fat car. Window by the back seat got open and a young fellow asked my customers with a sham of concern, his accent conspicuously American: "Aren`t you freezing, boys?!" One of the Britons answered quickly: "It`s better to be cold than to be a Yankee." There was much rejoicing...
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