Expiration Date

If I could fix one problem with the wonderful American language, I think I found what it would be. Upon paying my Verizon bill online, I found one of the credit cards I put in their records has since expired. The note by the little asterisk, however, said nothing about its expiration date. No, it had to rub me the wrong way, informing me that the “expiry date” has past.

Expiry? You couldn’t sound more like a stuck up Brit if you tried! Nothing against the English – I have been to London twice, and did enjoy it thoroughly (more so the first time than the second) – but let’s face it, their language is weird. They have lifts, not elevators. Trousers, not pants (well, actually, they have pants, but you generally don’t bring them up much in conversation). Plus a whole other assortment of strange tools of confabulation. And expiry should be one of them. Please, please save the snobby words for the British. Heaven knows we don’t need them here.