A House Deluded Cannot Understand

(I am from New Mexico and am on vacation on the East Coast. I’ve just ordered at a fast food restaurant and am paying with my credit card.)

Cashier: “Uh, I’m going to have to see some ID.”

(I show the cashier my New Mexico driver’s license.)

Cashier: “I’m sorry, but we can’t take foreign forms of identification.”

Me: “Wait, excuse me?”

Cashier: “We can’t take it; it’s foreign. Do you have another form of payment?”

Me: “I’m from New Mexico.”

Cashier: “Right. And I’m honestly surprised your English is so good.”

Me: “New Mexico is a state. Part of the United States.”

Cashier: “No, it’s not!”

Me: “Yes, it is. The 47th state to be precise. It joined the Union in 1912.”

Cashier: “I think you just made that up.”

Me: “Can I please talk to your manager?”

(Thankfully, the manager is a more knowledgeable than the cashier; he sends her to the back and gives me a discounted meal for my trouble.)