Like everyone
It’s not unusual to be greeted by an older male associate asking not how you are, but which roads you took to arrive at their home. Do not ask me to explain this. It is not in my make-up. Well, genetically it is 50% of my makeup based on all data I have to hand.
:C
I can’t be the only one googling where to get one of those towels.
Apparently the answer is Amazon. How very ordinary.
My guess as for the Little household’s no frills hospitality and fixation on roads comes from a lifetime of emergency service dispatch dedication.
Bed Butt and Beyond.
You don’t want to turn the towel around go arse about face, although that does appear to be very common!
Well, when you live a life where you might be called on at any time to risk Flaming Death, it’s probably good not to get too stuck up on transient visitors to the home. For, in the end, we are ALL transient visitors here, are we not?
Unless I’ve misremembered the Littles’ line of work. In which case, “Cor, they’re a right cold school o’ fish, ay?”
“Bradley”? Does Claire have a brother we know naught of?
(Also she has a mother we know naught of, but I’d assumed that.)
We’ll need to see just how Tackleford this mysterious Uncle Rob is
How are we expected to towel the parts that fall outside the face/arse binary?
Just shake off like a Labrador.
I wonder if this is movie merchandise from the straight-to-VHS sequel to Face/Off?