Maybe I'm a strange American....
I fill my fuel tank with petrol (the term 'gas' opens doors to too many crude jokes).
I usually use honour, colour, or favour (because it makes it easier to win at Scrabble).
Nearly every DVD in my cabinet is a British film of some sort (it's confusing for my children when I correct their pronunciation to ensure that they don't get their arses kicked at school).
I pronounce the last letter of the alphabet 'Zed' (that's the proper way, I feel).
And sometimes when I make a left-hand turn I'm overcome by a horrible, terrifying fear that I've turned into the lane of oncoming traffic (even though I KNOW I didn't).
I've never been farther east than Memphis, Tennessee. I was probably just exposed to too many British comedies when I was a kid. I have no real, good and true reason to do these things....
But that's ok....because Americans don't really need a reason to be strange.
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