US-aaaaaay Out There
I am closing up the post office with my coworker when a man strolls in and casually places a small package on the counter.
Customer: “I need this to get to Oregon by midnight. It’s important.”
Me: “I’m afraid the fastest we could do is [super expensive third-party rate] overnight, and that would get there by tomorrow.”
Customer: “No! This is America! You will do this for me!”
Me: “I’m afraid I cannot, sir. It is physically impossible.”
Customer: “It is! This is America! Anything is possible!”
Me: “Sir, you’re asking me to send this package from here in Florida, where it is currently 4:55 pm on a Friday, and get it to Oregon by midnight. Even if I got it onto a plane right now, it would still need to go through multiple sorting offices when it arrives. It’s not possible unless you took it yourself.”
Customer: “But… This is America!”
Me: “Sir, what exactly are you expecting to happen when you say that?”
Customer: “To get my own way, d*** it!”
Me: “Does it usually work?”
Customer: “Yes! Because this is America!”
Me: “Yes, it is, and I still can’t do what you ask.”
Customer: *Storming out* “You’re a bad American!”
Coworker: “Please, God, no one tell him you’re Canadian. He’ll use that to justify his personal brand of madness!”