Originally Posted by
Sopwith
I once rented a car in Syracuse, NY. The young lady at the counter was having problems getting the computer to accept the information she was entering from my driver's license. Finally in a moment of exasperation she stopped, picked up my DL and studied it for a few seconds, then asked, "you're from British Columbia?"
"Yes."
"Where's that?"
"Canada."
"Oh." She hit one key and after that everything worked fine.

I wonder if she had been hitting the key for Britain. Or maybe Colombia.