This is how it works here. Went to get my poor tan brogues seen to by a street shoe shine bloke. One man walks up, interested. “American?” “English” I reply. He works on Oxford Street. Buys me tea, water, pays for the shoe shine. Find the expat place. All very 5*, have three beers chatting with barman. Pay for two, he gives me a B52 as I leave. Come home, not the correct change for the cheap taxi. He accepts 20% less rather than change a note. Go to offie for two cans. On the house, because he likes speaking English with me. The most generous nation I have ever experienced.