It's 2am. I am the only customer in the gas station. Three twenty something gentlemen stand behind bulletproof glass at the cash register. The guy tallying the items is training so I take advantage of his hesitation to ask a question of the man standing next to him. Hey. Can you please tell me how much further it is to Mobile?
All three stop what they're doing to look at me. It's the slightest of pauses. Just enough to let me know there is something wrong with my question. Then, Ma'am, you're in Mobile.
Today I am grateful for lovely, laughable answers.