According to this observation, I’m a True Brit:
You arrive hours before your flight ‘to be on the safe side’ then enjoy a full English breakfast and a pint (no matter what time it is): Fifteen signs you’re a true Brit flying off on holiday
Guilty as charged. I do that because it lessens the pain I feel when my holiday in Britishland has come to an end. (The only downside is that neither Heathrow nor Gatwick serve Wadworth 6X in any of their pubs.)
Among the others:
- You repeatedly check the boarding gate (because those motherfuckers are always changing the damn thing on me)
- You have packed your own teabags and Marmite (not Marmite — ugh — but I always pack lots of stuff I’m not going to find back home e.g. a 6-pack of sausage rolls)
- You apologise to the passenger next to you for needing the loo (that’s called “being polite” where I come from)
- as for that “getting there early” thing: I hate being stressed about missing my flight, and I like having the extra time for the aforesaid brekkie and pint.
I really need to travel again.