Got pulled over entering the US out of the NEXUS lane on a random computer generated basis for an inspection. The nice (not) CBP officer inside asks me "Where are you going"? I point out the window to our TT (with a proud grin on my face) and say "That's our TT there and we're going camping for the weekend".
With a deadpan look he stares me down with his piercing steely eyes (clearly no soul behind them) and says "NO, you are NOT going camping. Camping is when you pitch a tent and sleep on the ground". He asks again "Where are you going?" Not wanting to get sent to Guantanamo Bay, I replied "We are taking our travel trailer to an RV park for the weekend." Without a single word or change in facial expression, he moves onto the next question. Whew... I hate those guys. :M
On the clerk/money thing I have to add my true story: We've been metric in Canada for a long time now. Went to a deli to get some roast beef. Most people buy smaller amounts like say 200 or 300 grams but I wanted 1,000 grams so I ask the young girl for a kilogram of roast beef. She says "How much is that?" OMG, my jaw nearly hit the floor. I thought every kid in school learns that kilo means one thousand??? Sometimes I just don't have much hope for the future of mankind.