So I’m standing in queue on Grant Street yesterday afternoon waiting for my coach when I see what I am pretty sure is the SuperNanny‘s car roll slowly and charmingly (because everything British is charming, right?) down the brick road. It is black, sleek, and made me stand up straighter to see it. Looked pretty much like this:
I peered in to see who would be behind the wheel of such a charming (yes) car and it looked like a British gentleman. Gray hair. Suit. Tie. There could have been gloves, but you should not quote PittGirl on that. The gloves could have been a figment of my imagination.
Regardless, no SuperNanny Jo. Bugger. After my initial disappointment that the SuperNanny hadn’t hit the streets of the Burgh in quest of some “naughty” American children (you can’t tell, but right now, I’m typing in a British accent), I realized I was seeing a cab and on the boot of the car, there it said classycab.com.
A classy cab. And it was cool. How long have these babies been in the Burgh and I haven’t noticed them until today?
Also, I tried my best to work this one in, but alas, it was not to be:
CATARRH (cah-tar) n. 1. The mucus produced when you have a head cold.