Today I met a cheeky British guy.

He needed help with his resume, stating that he always had an assistant who would type stuff up for him. I asked him what he did, and he basically used to set up subsidiaries in Japan for American-based sporting goods companies. He speaks Japanese. I mean, I almost thought he was full of shit but he talked about his Linkedin. I looked him up, not full of shit.

He had a ton of stories and told me about how he met the CEO of GoDaddy. The guy was "crusty" and when he had heard that one of his employees collapsed because she had low blood sugar after running... He said, "Maybe she should pick up smoking. That'll fix her."

He told me his kids go to boarding schools but grew up too privileged and spoiled, but did say that he thought I would get along with his daughter. He didn't understand why Americans were so eager to heap praise or seek it from strangers. He didn't give a shit.

Anyway, I was watching him type terribly.

"Did you want me to help you type?"
"No it's ok."

A few seconds passed.

"Ok, can you type for me?"
"I was wondering how long it would take for you to ask."

He laughed. He said I could be an honorary Brit, I'll take the compliment. It's not often I get to be a clever shit.