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    This Conversation Is Going South

    | Catonsville, MD, USA | Employees, Extra Stupid, Geography

    (This takes place before ordering items over the Internet was popular. I am about to travel abroad and need an outlet adapter to plug in electronic devices and, given that each country has its own wiring system, I’m unsure of what to order. This happens when I am on the phone with a popular electronics store.)

    Me: “I’m traveling to Africa and I need to know which outlet adapter I should buy.”

    Salesperson: “Which country in Africa?”

    Me: “South Africa.”

    Salesperson: “Yes, but which country in South Africa?”

    Me: “South Africa.”

    Salesperson: “What’s the name of the country you’re going to?”

    Me: “The name of the country is South Africa.”

    Out Of State, Out Of Mind

    | Los Angeles, CA, USA | Employees, Extra Stupid, Geography

    (My husband and I are from Australia.)

    Cashier: “Where are you guys from?”

    Me: “Oh, we are from Australia!”

    Cashier: “Oh? Where is that?”

    My Husband: *a bit shocked* “It’s over near Asia, in the Pacific Ocean. It’s a country called Australia.”

    Cashier: “Oh, I’m not real familiar with my US states. What state is it next to?”

    Me: *gobsmacked* “Erm, it’s a country, not in the USA.”

    Cashier: “Oh, okay.”

    On His Own Little Island

    | CA, USA | Employees, Extra Stupid, Geography

    (I’m returning from a dog show and driving a 28′ motor home filled with dogs. I’m on a highway next to the Salton Sea in southern CA when I approach a border patrol checkpoint. It should be noted that I’m white with straight blond hair and have blue eyes and am of northern European stock.)

    Patrol Agent: “Buenos dias, senorita.” *and then continues in Spanish, which I do not understand*

    Me: “Good afternoon, officer.”

    (The officer looks me over, and tries to look into the RV.)

    Patrol Agent: “Where are you coming from and going to?”

    Me: “I was showing dogs in Mexicalli, and now I’m headed home.”

    Patrol Agent: “Where were you born?”

    Me: “I was born in Rhode Island.”

    Patrol Agent: “What country is that?”

    Me: *kind of give him a look* “…It’s one of the 48 contiguous states.”

    Patrol Agent: “There’s 50 states in the United States!”

    Me: “I said ‘contiguous.’”

    (He looked at me confused, so I asked to see his supervising officer. Apparently a BORDER PATROL OFFICER had no idea that Rhode Island is a state!)

    Common Sense Needs To Phone Home

    | BC, Canada | Crazy Requests, Employees, Geography

    (The government is holding back a tax return payment until I can prove to them that I really did have the kids with me for the past several years. One of the only ways I can do that is by getting a signed letter on the office letterhead from my family doctor. However, we’ve recently moved. I call over to my old doctor in BC.)

    Me: “Hi, I’m a former patient…”

    (I explain the letter I need from them and why.)

    Receptionist: “Well, we can do up a letter for you but you’ll have to come in and pick it up in person if you want it on letterhead. We don’t do that over the phone.”

    Me: “Okay, but I’m in Nova Scotia so that’s not really possible. So what do you need from me to send it to me? You can fax it to my current doctor if that helps.”

    Receptionist: “No, you don’t understand. You have to come in in person in order to get the letter. We won’t do it over the phone.”

    Me: “Yes, I understand it’s your policy, but I’m on the other side of the country, in Nova Scotia, as I said. I can’t just hop on a plane and pick it up.”

    Receptionist: “Well, let me check…” *she talks to someone in the background for a moment* “No, I’m sorry; you’ll have to come in.”

    Me: “No, I don’t think you understand: I AM IN NOVA SCOTIA. It just isn’t possible for me to pay over two thousand dollars to fly to BC to come and pick it up in person. There must be some other way to do it.”

    Receptionist: “No, sorry; that’s the only way we can do it. You have to come in.”

    Me: “That’s ridiculous.” *thinks for a moment* “What if I get a friend to come by and pick it up for me? Would that be possible?”

    Receptionist: “Maybe? You’d have to try it and see if they’d take that.”

    Me: “Yes, but can you find out for me if they would? My friend works nearby but they’d have to come in on their lunch so I don’t know if they can. I don’t want to waste their time. Would they give it to my friend if they come in for me?”

    Receptionist: “They’d have to come by and try. I don’t know. They’d have to try and see.”

    Me: “Okay. Fine. How late are you open? Great. Now, I want you to know that I know you don’t make the decision and don’t have any control over this, but I’d like you to pass along some feedback, okay? It is not cool that the only way a military family who is posted to the other side of the country can get a signed letter the government is requesting is by coming in in person, okay? You need to have some way to do it by phone or something. No one can just drop everything, spend over two thousand dollars on a return ticket, and fly from Nova Scotia to BC, across the entire country, to pick up a letter!”

    Receptionist: “I’m sorry, but we can’t do it over the phone.”

    Route 66 Below Sea Level

    | Seaside, OR, USA | Bosses & Owners, Extra Stupid, Geography, Tourists & Travel

    (My boss is kind of a ditz, and doesn’t think before she blurts out stuff.)

    Coworker: “Hey, [Boss], I just wanted to remind you that I won’t be here [dates]. I’ll be in Hawaii.”

    Boss: “Are you flying or driving?”

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