When me & my friends went to Europe for vacation a few years ago we were all prepared with Matt's wife who speaks French, and German and French phrase books and the like. When we gout out of the train station in London and found a cab, we were completely unprepared for the barrage of spittle, haggis parts, and incomprehensible gutteral consonents tha came from the smiling mouth of our cabbie.
We were worried at first then remembered our training - a Scotsman is usually more afraid of not getting his next drink than he is of you.
-dale