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    Category: Geography

    Knows Zip About The Post Code

    | Victoria, BC, Canada | Geography, Ignoring/Inattentive, Technology

    (As a Canadian, a lot of our channels come from the US and, consequently, we are frequently shown commercials for things we can’t actually get without leaving the country. I am trying to find an Internet provider that doesn’t charge extortionate ($60+) prices for the most basic service, and decide to check out the website of a company I see advertised. Before I have a chance to find where they list the areas they serve, a live chat pops up, so I decide to ask the customer service rep instead, figuring a quick yes/no question would be quicker than searching the site.)

    Me: “I was wondering if you provide service in Canada, or if you are US-only?”

    Customer Service Rep: “Please provide your address, as our services vary according to location.”

    Me: *lists address complete with postal code*

    Customer Service Rep: “Thank you for your address. Please provide your zip code.”

    Me: “I don’t have a zip code. My postal code is XXX XXX.”

    Customer Service Rep: “I understand.” *long pause* “If you will not provide your zip code, I will have to refer you to [different level customer service].”

    Me: “I am not providing a zip code because I do not have a zip code. I am Canadian. I have a postal code. That is why I asked if you provide service in Canada.”

    Customer Service Rep: “I understand.” *another long pause* “We do not offer coverage in Canada.” *another pause* “Is there anything else I could help you with?”

    Me: “No, but maybe next time you could read the first question before asking for irrelevant information and wasting both our time?”

    Customer Service Rep: “I understand.”

    (Somehow, I sincerely doubt that!)

    Bridging His Knowledge Gap

    | UK | Bosses & Owners, Extra Stupid, Geography

    (We’ve recently had a massive order for Norway, but due to the urgency of the order we’ve had problems booking the shipment onto any direct freight services. After finally getting the shipment organised and collected the following exchange occurs between my boss, the financial manager, and the warehouse manager.)

    Boss: “I’ve found a much quicker route that could’ve reached the customer much faster than the service you booked.”

    Warehouse Manager: “I called all the freight companies I could find that would ship to Norway. I don’t think there was a quicker route.”

    Boss: “No, look here – there is a direct route from Denmark to Norway.”

    Warehouse Manager: “What are you talking about? We’d need to hire a ship to send it that way!”

    Boss: “A ship? Why would we need a ship? That bridge goes directly from Denmark to Norway.”

    Warehouse Manager: *looks completely dumbfounded* “[Boss], that’s a shipping lane!”

    (The rest of the office started trying to hide the fact that we were all laughing. All the while Boss tried to convince us that it was actually a bridge. It wasn’t.)

    Never Cover The Netherlands

    , | Italy | Geography, Ignoring/Inattentive, Technology

    (I live abroad for work reasons. During a holiday in my home country, my girlfriend and I go to a shopping mall. She enters a clothing store and I wait for her outside. Just in front of the store there is a stand of a phone and Internet company, known to have insistent salespeople.)

    Agent: *to me* “Sir, are you interested in our calls and broadband offers?”

    Me: “No, thank you.”

    Agent: “But we have—” *insert rant about mega-speed internet access and cheap long distance calls*

    Me: “As I said, thank you but I’m not interested. Anyway, where I live I’m not even covered by your service.”

    Agent: “That’s impossible!”

    Me: “Oh, believe me; I’m not covered by your service.”

    Agent: “That’s what you think, but you’ll be surprised!”

    Me: “If you like I can try to sign up. But mind that I’m 100% sure I’m not under your coverage.”

    Agent: “Well done, sir, you won’t be disappointed!

    (He explains all the plans and helps me to find a suitable one.)

    Agent: “So, what’s your landline number, starting with the area code?”

    Me: “It’s +31…”

    Agent: “Sorry?”

    Me: “My area code is +31.”

    Agent: *confused* “+31… but that sounds like an international area code.”

    Me: “It is. I live in the Netherlands.”

    Agent: “Is that a joke?”

    Me: *welcoming my girlfriend and walking away* “I told you I was not under your coverage!”

    Agent: *incoherent muttering*

    Leaving

    | Bristol, CT, USA | At The Checkout, Bizarre/Silly, Geography, Job Seekers

    (I recently moved from Los Angeles, CA, to Small Town, CT, for work at a specific sports company based in Connecticut. I haven’t gotten around to changing over my California driver’s license yet. I make the mistake of stopping in to buy cigarettes.)

    Me: “Hi. Can I have a pack of [Brand]?”

    Cashier: “Sure, can I see ID?”

    Me: “Of course, here you go.”

    Cashier: “California?!”

    Me: “Yup, just moved here. I’ll get an updated ID soon.”

    Cashier: *practically screeching* “WHY ARE YOU IN CONNECTICUT, THEN?!”

    Me: “I lost my job in Los Angeles, and it’s really expensive to live there even with a job, so I moved back east to stay with family and then I was offered a job at [Well Known Company just up the road]. I couldn’t say no.”

    Cashier: *snotty now* “Why in the world would you ever leave California? I mean you could live on the beach if you were homeless; it’s not like you’d need money!”

    Me: “Um, no, I have student loans and other bills that need to get paid. Besides, it’s not everyday you’re offered a job, so it’s kind a really good opportunity.”

    Cashier: “I don’t care. You NEVER should have left California. I don’t care what kind of job I was offered. I would have never left!”

    Me: “Okay, well, good for you. Career-wise it made sense for me to move to work here.”

    Cashier: “I don’t care. I can’t believe you would move. That’s just so crazy. Why would you do that?!”

    Me: “Okay, that’s enough. Give me cigarettes and my beverage and stop questioning my life choices, unless you want me to start asking about yours!”

    Cashier: “Well, fine, but there is no need to get snotty about it!”

    Me: “Okay, then.”

    (As I’m leaving she calls out again:)

    Cashier: “I just don’t understand why you would leave California! You’re crazy!”

    Quebec To The Drawing Board

    | NB, Canada | Criminal/Illegal, Employees, Geography, Transportation

    (In Quebec, there is no law stating that a car needs to be inspected every year, or that a car needs a license plate in the front. These are required in a car from New Brunswick. The police have set up a checkpoint to see if people have had their car inspected.)

    Me: *stopping* “Everything all right, officer?”

    Officer: *looking at my dash, and taps where the inspection sticker usually goes* “Not for you! You don’t have an inspection sticker!”

    Me: “The car is from Quebec. We don’t need one.”

    Officer: *looks at front bumper then sing-songs* “We don’t have a license plate! I’m going to need your license and registration please.”

    Me: “Ma’am, the car is from Quebec. I’m just a student here.”

    Officer: *ignores me and goes to see my rear bumper and sees the Quebec plate, then comes back to my window* “License and registration.”

    Me: “Okay. Here is my French license and here is my French registration.”

    Officer: *looks at them thoroughly then looks at me* “Here. Move along.”

    Me: “Okay, have a good day!” *leaves*


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