The place I work at is a wonderful place filled with culture shock. Well, at least on my side. Who knew that hardware stores could confuse me this badly? I spend a good portion of the day going "bwuh?" at the people around me, so I guess these people do the same at me. So I decided to group a few pieces of the more outstanding conversations, excluding the one where a man decided that I needed to be retold the history of the American Civil War (He was the one who called me a Yankee. I've never been good a baseball, though.).
"Are you Amish?"
"...What?""You sound like an airplane lady."
"...Thank you, sir.""Are you Irish?"
"No, ma'am.""How's your family?"
"They're fine, sir."
"Are you sure? They don't need anything?"
"Not that I know of."
"Yeah. Amish are good at taking care of themselves."
"...?""Why does everyone think I'm Amish?"
"Well, you're from Iowa, right?""Why don't you come to my church this Sunday?"
"No thank you, sir."
"Why not?"
"I'm agnostic, sir"
"What's that?"
"I'm not Christian."
"But even athiests believe in Jesus."
"Um. No. They don't." All this tells me that I apparently talk funny. Also, that my vocabulary is a bit better than the local average. Or something.