I get my kicks
At a very international dinner party last night, this one Italian was quizzing the Spanish woman on Basque separatism and then decided to ask me random questions about America, like exactly how many people were killed in the 9/11 attacks (My answer: I dunno, a few thousand?) and...
Italian: Route 66 - where does that go?
Me: Uhm, I have no idea.
Italian: What? It's famous. Route 66. You've heard of it?
Me: Yeah.
Italian: And you don't know where it goes?
Me: You do realize that your country is the size of Florida, right? No, I don't know the path of all the highways in the country.
Not my finest moment. Insulting Italians because I don't know geography. I feel so... American.
The answer, if you are wondering, is LA to Chicago. I wikipediaed it.
Italian: Route 66 - where does that go?
Me: Uhm, I have no idea.
Italian: What? It's famous. Route 66. You've heard of it?
Me: Yeah.
Italian: And you don't know where it goes?
Me: You do realize that your country is the size of Florida, right? No, I don't know the path of all the highways in the country.
Not my finest moment. Insulting Italians because I don't know geography. I feel so... American.
The answer, if you are wondering, is LA to Chicago. I wikipediaed it.
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Italy's also about the size of Florida and Georgia combined, which is what I generally tell Italians to give them a good idea of just how small their country is.