I’m browsing a video game and a nerdy store with my wife. A trailer for Grand Theft Auto VI plays on one of the display screens around the store.

Wife: “Are you going to get that when it comes out?”

Me: “I’ll play it eventually, but I’ll wait until the hype dies down a little.”

Another guy in the store, a stranger to both of us, doesn’t seem to like this.

Stranger: “What’s wrong with you? Are you not American?”

Me: “What does that have to do with anything?”

Stranger: “GTA6 will be the biggest game ever made! It’s proof that America makes the best stuff and always will! To not play it as soon as it comes out is un-American!”

I try to shuffle away from this guy (we live in a state known for voting a certain way, so I’m not trying to start anything), but my wife is another story:

Wife: “GTA6 is made in Scotland, my dude!”

Stranger: “Pfft. Go back to playing Animal Crossing and Pokémon, lady.”

My wife has already Googled it, and it shows the HQ of Rockstar as being in Edinburgh, Scotland.

Stranger: “Yeah, well, whatever. Good luck playing it on anything other than an American PlayStation!”

I look at my wife with my “let’s go” eyes, and she sighs in agreement.

Wife: “Yeah, if I Google ‘Is Sony an American company,’ then my Google will think that I’m the idiot.”