Heh

An occasional correspondent sends this along:

Siamese twins walk into a bar in Canada and park themselves on a bar stool.
 
One of them says to the bartender, "Don't mind us; we're joined at the hip.  I'm John, he's Jim.  Two Molson Canadian beers, draft please."

The bartender, feeling slightly awkward, tries to make polite conversation while pouring the beers. "Been on holiday yet, lads?"

"Off to England next month," says John.  "We go to England every year, rent a car and drive for miles.  Don't we, Jim?"  Jim agrees.

"Ah, England!" says the bartender.  "Wonderful country... the history, the beer, the culture..."

"Nah, we don't like that British stuff," says John.  "Hamburgers and Molson's beer, that's us, eh Jim? And we can't stand the English - they're so aloof and stingy."

"So why keep going to England?" asks the bartender.

"It's the only chance Jim gets to drive."

Heh.  Well, that's not entirely true.  Witness:

Jim could get his motoring ya-yas out in Japan, Thailand, or any number of current or former British Commonwealth countries.  I got the above image from The Wiki, which has a fascinating article on the subject here.  The history of driving on the right is a lot more extensive than one would think.

I'll add that driving a LHD car in a RHD world is a major PITA, especially if you're driving alone.  I'm lucky to have survived three years of driving that way while in Ol' Blighty... it's a wonder the right side of my car wasn't taken off on any number of B-roads as I edged out into the right lane to see if it was clear to pass a slow-moving lorry or bus.  That said, at least I wasn't driving a full-sized American car like some of my friends.  "Yank Tanks" and smaller British roads weren't exactly suited to one another.