British girls in bars are always angry.

(example of british girls)

Two weekends in a row now that I’ve been confronted/yelled at/challenged to a fight by british girls in pubs.  Why are you so angry, british girls?

Last week, a few friends and I went to several bars to try out the local scene (especially since we were all new to the area).  At the last bar, it was very crowded and hard to move around, so by the time we were ready to leave, we had to squish and finagle our way to the exit in a single file line.  My friend Matt was first, and he tapped a girl on the shoulder and said “excuse me” so we could pass through.  She looked up, then starts berating him.  I jump in to try and quell the disturbance, and she turns to me and says “DON’T TALK DOWN TO ME!  YOUR FRIEND TRIED TO TOUCH ME.  I DON’T WANT TO BE TOUCHED.”  I explain how the bar is crowded and we’re just trying to leave.  She then instructs me to “GET OUT!!!!” then “What are you, AMERICAN?!?!  GO HOME where you BELONG.”  Now I’m starting to get angry.  I tell her that we’re just trying to leave if she would please step aside.  She asks if I want to engage in combat (I politely decline), and we push our way to the exit, the girl’s screams still audible.

Last night, I went to a pub called Mother, which was actually really nice (a bit dirty).  A guy started chatting me up after I sat down.  He offered to buy me a drink, to which I decline, he insists, I accept (hey, I’m trying to be frugal while I’m here!).  We both walk over to the bar and get drinks to bring back to our seats.  We walk over to see a british girl sitting in one of our seats.  At this point, I must admit, my new friend was a bit brash about it, he pulled the girl up by her elbow and said that these seats were taken.  The girl, who has crazy agro eyes, starts yelling obscenities at him.  After they go back and forth, the girl shooting swears and lewd gestures, the guy staying calm (but being not as polite as I would have), I jump in and ask her what the issue is.  She turns to me and screams “WHERE ARE YOU FROM?!?!  WHERE. ARE. YOU. FROM?!?!?”  At this point, the guy she was with steps in and drags her away, “You couldn’t let me sit down for 5 MINUTES?!?!  Where are you FROM??”  Slightly amused, we sit down.

5 minutes later, angry british girl comes back, grabs my friend’s drink, and tosses it at both of us.  Really?  My friend, who got the brunt of the alcohol, merely wiped off what he could and shrugged, “British girls in bars are always angry.”