We were trying to return to the good old U.S. of A. following a trade show and found ourselves stranded in Jolly Olde England by a snowstorm - which, for the Brits, means an inch and a half. Everything was at a full stop. It generally doesn`t snow very much in England, so unlike in Vermont, where we come from, there is a shortage of shovels, plows, and “gritters” (that`s what they call the sand trucks… because they spray grit on the road. No crap.). So there we were, stranded in an airport with 100,000 cranky travelers. We decided to “go native” and did what any self-respecting Brit would do: We headed for a pub.