I remember flying in to LA a few decades ago.
Cab driver said "Where ya from?"
I said BC.
He said "Where's that?"
I said you know 'British Columbia'.
He said "Yeah, that's in England right?"
Then at the restaurant I asked for a serviette.
She said "What's that??"
I said, you know, to wipe with.
She looked at me like I was from Mars (and I may as well have been).
I had to act it out like Charades.
She says "Oh you mean a napkin!"
Twas weird because I used to hang at Birch Bay a lot and never saw anything like dat dere.
But with BB being pretty much half-Canadian every summer I guess they learned a few things.