Wish They Would Go Back To The Moon

(I work at an old mine turned into a State Historic Site. We teach people to pan for gold, and I often make small talk with people as I’m showing them how.)

Me: “Oh, I like your Roswell shirt, sir.”

Customer: “Oh, thanks. I have a friend whose nephew was stationed at Area 51.”

Me: “That’s cool. I did a paper on that incident once, although I originally wanted to do it on whether we landed on the moon.”

Customer: “We did.”

Me: “Oh, I know.”

Customer: “And the moon has an atmosphere, you know.”

Me: “Umm, okay. How does that–“

Customer: “It’s a lot denser than Earth’s, though. And we’ve had bases there since the 1950s.”

Me: *trying to change the subject* “Well, let’s see if you have gold in here.”

Customer: “They’re all underground and on the far side, which is why you can’t see them.”

Me: “Well, it doesn’t look like there’s any gold in this one. I’m sorry. I’d better go see how everyone else is doing.”