She: Your zip code?
Me: You don't need to know that.
She: Yes I do. (Pause) Oh, I need to know if you live in Iowa or Illinois.
She: Because if you live in Illinois I can't sell you bullets. You live in Iowa or Illinois?
Me: I do not live in Illinois. (This was wretched expedience over principles. I wanted the rounds and I wanted to get on the road pronto. Mea clupa.)
She: (Gives her customer a glare of pure hatred, picks up the twenty and rings the sale. Bags the "bullets" and forces a thin kyu through her painted lips. )
Supposing I had told this twit that I was on my way home to Staten Island?