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.