(I work in a call center that answers calls from people with broken cars in foreign countries. We always ask how many people are on board of the car.)

Me: “Are there any children in your car?”

Customer: “Yes, four children. One of the children is under four. Three are aged between four and twelve and one is older than twelve.”

Me: “So, you have five children?”

Customer: “No! Four children!”

Me: “But, you just mentioned five children.”

Customer: “Don’t you think I know how many kids I have?”

Customer, to his wife: “Honey, how many kids do we have?”

Customer: “I’m sorry. You’re right, I’ve got five children.”

(I work in the call center for a road side assistance company in New Zealand. When members run out of fuel, we can bring it out to them, but they must pay for the fuel.)

Me: “Welcome to road service, how can I help you?”

Customer: “I’m out of fuel and I’m in the middle of [remote mountain pass].”

Me: “That’s fine, we can find you. Do you have money for the fuel?”

Customer: “Of course not! If I had money, I would have filled-up before I started on my trip, you idiot!”