things that are not in america

lounging in the amsterdam airport after a long, sweltering hot flight rewarded with a delighful afternoon spent tooling about the city here. we visiting cheap entry-truly schlocky museums, rented a paddle boat and cruised the canal and then parked ourselves up properly in a cafe and enjoyed local refreshments and chatted with the regulars. one dutch-aussie told us his tale of visiting america. he was borrowing his brother in law's car and driving on a state road in that scenic gem, wisconsin. he got pulled over by the local eager beaver trooper for no particularly good reason. when asked to provide identification he offered up his international drivers license (this was in the days when you actually had to be able to drive on both sides of the road to get one; these days they go for 15$ at AAA). the trooper was displeased with this offering informing him that there was no such thing as an international driver's license. he then provided his australian passport and driver's licsense. the trooper's response
"australia? i dont think thats in america, now is it?"