The Great State Of Confusion, Part 4

(Note: my job at the airport is to give information to tourists as a courtesy.)

Me: “Hi, how may I help you?”

Customer: “How do I get to New Orleans from here?”

Me: “You’ll need to take a flight. It’s on the other side of the country.”

Customer: “No, it’s not.”

Me: “Yes, it’s in Louisiana.”

Customer: *getting mad* “Well, I’m from Houston and I’d be pretty pi$$ed off if I went all this way for nothing!”

Me: “Wait… if you wanted to go to New Orleans, why did you take a plane to Los Angeles?”

Customer: “Because I’ve been wanting to visit my old pen pal for a while to surprise him. Every time I send him a letter, I write ‘New Orleans, LA’ on the envelope. That’s L.A.! That’s where I am, and I know you’re lying!”