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I’ll handle this, Garcia. This is Arizona. We don’t’ want them thinking you’re an illegal and deporting you. ID. Both of you. ‘fraid I don’t have mine, officer. The airline lost my luggage. Lost my wallet, my clothes, my hearing aids … I think we have to find out if he’s a citizen. (Sigh) Quick, who’s the President of the United States? Eh. Sounds Canadian to me. Step out of the car, hockey puck.
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If I remember the story correctly, my dad told me about some
PFC yahoo he met during WWII in the South Pacific. This guy had the idea (while on night sentry duty) to ask baseball questions, on the theory that Japanese soldiers MIGHT speak perfect colloquial American English, but would not know the starting lineup of the New York Giants.
My dad persuaded him that this was a stupid idea.
Hilarious. Though I'm not sure being able to name the U.S. President is a accurate indicator of being American, lol.
Since my dad got into the U.S. by "accidently" crossing the border from Canada with papers I can relate to this one. But who would have ever thought to ask a red haired, blue eyed Irish-Scot (accent included at no extra cost)?
Oops! Should have said "without papers".
Hmm... That was an angle I wasn't expecting...
Which is why I shoulda expected it.
Yes. What a twist. Was NOT expecting it, either.