I was shocked to discover recently that the word pub is short for public house. How did I not know this?
I was watching the delightful “Downton Abbey” when Lord Grantham learns that his former valet (in the show, pronounced with a hard T — huh?) is working in a “public house.” Public house? Public house = pub? Oh, wow. Of course it makes perfect sense now.
Reminds me of that time when I was, oh, probably about 6 or so, that I saw a blacksmith working at the Silver Dollar City theme park in Missouri and realized that an anvil was a real item. Up until then, I thought it was just a symbolic heavy thing cartoon characters dropped on each other.
Wonder what else is out there that I don’t know. Scary.
Cheers.
