(I am a Canadian, and am going to school in Minnesota. I go to a bar with friends and am asked to produce a valid driver’s license by the doorman. I dig out my Quebec permit.)

Doorman: “What’s this?”

Me: “My driver’s permit.”

Doorman: “It’s from way the heck some other place!”

Me: “I’m from way the heck some other place.”

Doorman: “No man, I can’t take this. Only Minnesota permits are allowed.”

Friend: “You can’t be serious? People from out of the country can’t drink here?”

Doorman: “Not unless they have Minnesota ID!”

Manager: “What’s the problem here?”

Doorman: “He’s from way the heck some other place!” *hands him my ID*

(The manager looks at the ID, and then looks at me.)

Manager: “Oui monsieur, soyez le bienvenue.” (“Yes sir, welcome!”)

Doorman: “What the f*** was that?!”

Manager: “Common courtesy and a French major.”