Like most rational adult humans, I did all my Xmas shopping online this year. Why fight my way through traffic and inclement weather to make it to a crowded store like a common peasant, only to find out they're out of the item I want? I'll shop in the comfort of my own home and have someone bring the merchandise to me, thanks.
So a couple weeks ago I got such a delivery from online retail behemoth Amazon. Look closely at the shipping label that was affixed firmly to the box. Is it me, or does that label very prominently say "CORN?"
Surely, Amazon, this four letter code wasn't just a coincidence? Do you expect me to believe that your computers spit out four letter codes completely at random, and this one just happened to coincide with my backward state's largest export? I ain't buying it.
What other stereotypical regional codes do you have in your database, Amazon? Do you use "HICK" for customers in Arkansas? "RUDE" for New Yorkers? "BLOW" for packages sent to Hollywood?
I get it, Amazon. I live in Indiana. Home of vast fields of flat terrain covered by endless corn fields. One of those boring, "fly-over" or "drive-thru" states that you only pass through when you're on your way to someplace more exciting and cosmopolitan.
You made your point loud and clear. I'm a rube, a bumpkin, a hayseed, a yokel. But you don't have to rub my face in it.