Sure, why not. My life is just chalk-full of excitement.
“1600 Pennsylvania Avenue”
Quizzical look… “Where is that? Is that in [next nearest town]?”
“No, it’s the white house.”
Still not getting it, “It’s a white house, huh?” *strained laugh*
“No, it’s THE white house – you know, the one in Washington DC.?”
“You know, the one in which the President resides?”
“Oh. Oh! I get it.” Then, she looks at me like I’m crazy.
“It does belong to the people, right?” I ask her. “Therefore, it’s my address, too.”
She looks at me for a long time, then looks down at her paper.
“Nationality? White? Hispanic? (and the rest)” She looks up warily…
“American,” I say.
She looks down at her paper. Seems there’s no block to check for that.
She looks up at me and gives me a wan smile.
“Thank you for your time.” And she walks away.
I love doing surveys, don’t you?