We could use more of that around here. I think I'm becoming an Anglophile.

For heaven's sake, don't tell Jill Smith that. I can't imagine it going down well at all.

Yep, that's a British thing to do.

No doubt followed up by you berating yourself afterwards for *not* doing anything or saying anything to the staff at the time. That bit's important.

Also, never letting on that any of this happened. Not in a direct fashion, anyway. You might tell it as a story about a "friend". But not until a couple of years later.

I let a man sitting opposite me on the train kick my feet for two hours on Wednesday because I was sure he'd eventually realise what he was doing and feel bad. He didn't. Then I switched seats and his friend started kicking me instead. I did, however, make many remarks upon the subject to my companion [Mary] after we alighted and there was no chance of me ever seeing them again.

I'm impressed you refrained from deploying a tut. I would've cracked at some point during hour two, I think.