No one is more delusional about their country than the Brits. Just because their cursed island produced The Beatles and William Shakespeare, they really and truly think that they’re better than us Americans — even though their economy’s in the shitter, and they can’t build a school that doesn’t collapse after about 20 minutes.


Anyone who’s actually met a Brit in real life knows to look past the self-perception. The second you’re able to untrain yourself from hearing the accent as smart, you quickly realize that they’re just as stupid as the rest of us, and that all that prim and properness you might associate with their over-articulation fades two sips into their first pint.


There’s nothing wrong with that — honestly, it’s kind of endearing — but this divide between their confidence and reality can cause issues for anyone looking to talk to a Brit about their country. I realize the hypocrisy of saying this as an American, but hear me out.



On Reddit’s r/UKtravel, an American shared their itinerary for a seven-day trip through the country. The trip sounded nice: See some lakes, visit London, take some pictures. What could go wrong?


According to respondents, everything. Upon posting their trip, OP was immediately told that they were a dumb cunt whose tiny American mind couldn’t comprehend the U.K. “The only thing you’re going to see with that itinerary is the inside of your hire car,” wrote a user. “Absolutely ridiculous,” added another.


Well, OP actually did it, and it went totally fine.


Unbelievably, OP wasn’t deterred by the idea of driving less than seven hours spread out across a week. Instead, he and his family had a lovely experience, driving around, chatting with people, having some drinks and enjoying the beauty of the countryside. How dare they!




Even if OP were to go all out and drive from the top of England to the very bottom, they’re only looking at about 9 hours of driving. Add in Scotland and that number rockets up to around 15 hours. I know, who could manage such a thing?!


In short, for all the Brits out there, you’re no longer allowed to comment on car travel unless you live in our shoes for a week. You want to know what it’s like to not leave the car? Come join my family on our yearly quest from the Midwest to Florida — then, you’ll be thankful that the furthest you ever have to drive is Cornwall.