A checkout girl at the supermarket. It wasn't great, exactly, so I guess it doesn't really count, but I'm saying it anyway, because the last great conversation before that was in Norwegian, and I can't be bothered thinking through the translation. And it was with my brother, anyway, and all he does is talk about Porn. So that wasn't a great convo, either. Anyway, this checkout girl and I talked about kebabs. As I'm new to England, these strange things - seemingly only eaten only by drunk people- fascinate me. The checkout girl expressed a liking for garlic sauce. I told her she must smell terrible. She seemed a little hurt at this, and started scanning my shopping faster than before, avoiding eye-contact with me. I read her signals wrong, and asked if she'd like to eat kebabs with me that evening. She said 'No', straight away. No hesitation; no consideration; no attempt at a lie that might let me down gently. I bagged my food, paid, and left, another valuable lesson learned about English etiquette.