You have far better self control than I, I must admit!When I went to England, I was buying a new watch and needed to have the band reduced quite a bit. When I went to the shop, the fat guy behind the counter joked, "You're a Yank, aren't you supposed to be fat?" Didn't offend me at all. I'll admit the irony of it all left me biting my tongue - I mean, we were like Laurel and Hardy, and Hardy shouldn't be making weight quips. Still, I bit my tongue. After all, if overweight is the first American stereotype, rude is the second, so I had to win on two fronts to look like the better man in front of the spectators. Yanks didn't even lead me to raise an eyebrow.