I have a comical story kinda along these lines
Back when I was in high school, a bunch of us worked at a gas station that was right off the interstate. We were the first exit coming south from Quebec or the last major exit going north before getting to Quebec, so we saw a LOT of traffic thru the gas station, especially during the summer when the weather was nice. We'd have Canadians, Americans, everyone stop for gas, snacks, and sometimes directions, just the usual kind of stuff. One day on my shift (it was a weekend day I believe) a car came in and I was outside in the yard doing something like emptying trash or whatnot, and the guy got out and asked me politely if I could give him some directions. I said no problem and walk over to his car where he's unfolding a map on the hood of his car. It wasn't a state map of Vermont or anything like that, it was map of the United States. And this sounds made up, but I kid you not, he asks me with complete sincerity and a straight face, "where am I?" I just sort of looked at him for a minute because I wasn't completely sure he was serious, but after a bit of a pause I pointed to Vermont on the map. He said okay, wait a sec, and went back into his car and pulled out another map and this time it was a Vermont highway map. He asked me for directions somewhere and I helped him out and got him on his way. But when he first got there, he didn't even know what state he was in.
Sometimes I think back and wonder if I would have pointed to something like Maine or Massachusetts, would he have pulled one of those maps out instead?