A list-to-be of the little things that remind me I’m from two countries, not one.
Baseball in Norway. Doesn’t exist except where there be Americans. But one day I saw some neighborhood kids holding the bat at the wrong end and the American in me just couldn’t stay silent about it.
Norwegians are rude. A stereotype born from the fact that Norwegians do not engage in small talk or say “Please” when asking for something. They do, however, say thank you a lot and for everything; you can get very creative with “takk”. Just don’t say “takk for alt”. That goes on headstones.
Norwegians don’t embalm their dead. They believe in the dirt to dirt thing. In comparison, Americans appear to have learned about death from Disney movies.
VAT is included before checkout. This makes non-Americans think the US has a ridiculous sales tax policy, by not adding it on until check-out. I can defend the US practice because there sales tax is local, not national, unlike VAT in Europe (called MVA or moms in Norway). VAT is specified on your receipt, though.
Getting someone’s attention. A retail worker in the US (or any English speaking person) might call out “sir” or “ma’am” to get a customer’s attention. Which can lead to customers taking offense at being called “ma’am”. Not a problem in Norway, where those terms aren’t used. Instead, we go with a “hey, you”, or even just “you” (du, pronounced doo). “Du, kan du…?” “You, can you…?” Also helpful when you forget someone’s name.
Number of rooms: In American, I live in a two-bedroom apartment. In Norwegian, I live in a three-room apartment.