Me: “Thank you, Ma’am. Now I need your address so we can mail your order out to you.”

Caller: “I live at [Street, City, State, USA].”

Me: “OK, ma’am, I have all that. May I have your ZIP code, please?”

Caller: “My what?”

Me: “Your ZIP code. It’s part of your address. After your address.”

Caller: “After my address? No, I don’t have one.”

Me: “Everyone has a ZIP code. It’s the number that follows your address. If you live in the USA, you have a ZIP code. All addresses have one.”

Caller: “And I’m telling you I never heard of such a thing, I’ve lived in this house for 15 years and there’s no ZIP code here.”

Me: “You live in [City], right?”

Caller “Yes. In [City] in [State].”

Me: “Then your ZIP code is a five digit number and would probably begin with [number].”

Caller: “You’re out of your mind! I am looking out my window RIGHT NOW at my house number, on the front porch and there is NO ZIP CODE!”

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(I am on a middle school field trip. I am 14 and am noticing boys who I think maybe I could date. At the theme park in the town, there is a guy manning a shop. He looks 16, so not too old for me to flirt with. I should mention I look older at the time because I’m well-endowed. We chat for a bit…)

Me: “So, I’m gonna have to leave soon. We have to meet up with our teachers to get ready to go.”

Guy: “Okay. Can I give you my number?”

Me: “Sure!”

(I take his number and notice there’s other business numbers.)

Me: “Huh? How many jobs do you have?”

Guy: “Oh! I do the photography thing on my own. It’s just a side job.”

Me: “Wait… How old are you?”

Guy: “26. How… How old are you?”

Me: “14!”

Guy: “Oh, my GOD! I thought you were 18 and on a high school trip!”

Me: “Middle School! I thought you were 16! ”

Guy: “Yeah, that happens a lot. I’m so sorry…”

Me: “You’re not the first to think I’m older, too.”

(The man was thoroughly disgusted with himself when he learned my real age! I’d had a friend with me the whole time, who subsequently laughed her butt off.)

(I am outside a university hall of residence, on the night of a lunar eclipse.)

Student: “So what planet is the moon eclipsed behind?”

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(My husband has been watching videos on how to pack small and efficiently for traveling, especially overseas. After watching several videos of guys doing the packing he decides to watch a video by a girl.)

Husband: “I’m gonna see how a chick packs. Because, you know, chicks do that sort of thing.”

Me: *raises an eyebrow at him*

Husband: “You’re not a chick. Um, I mean, you’re not a normal chick.”

Me: *continues to stare at him as he puts his foot in his mouth*

Husband: “You’re… you. The most wonderful thing ever. You aren’t like other women.”

Me: *begin to smile as I think I know where he’s going with this*

Husband: “You know how to drive!”

(I guess I didn’t…)