Chill out with the CAPS, BLAST. It might make others think that you're screaming/yelling in your posts. LOL As for me, it's all good. But you are correct, bro. Mission Viejo is in the O.C. and that was a long as drive for me to and from the Valley.
My biggest laugh would have to be when I was back home in New Orleans. I was working at Eckerd Drugs and there was a coworker named Stephanie. She and I were the bona fide smart asses of the store.
One evening, I remember she and I, along with about 2 more coworkers, were talking to each other as we were getting our assignments done. While laughing and talking, I had noticed this really cute, young Hispanic (maybe Mexican) girl, who couldn't have been any more than about 14 years old, enter the store with her grandmother. As we were talking, the grandmother stared at me really hard with a look of confusion. After they'd left the store, I told Steph, "I wonder what her problem was. Did you notice her and the way she kept looking at me?" Stephanie told me, "She was probably wondering why your ass was talking English rather than Spanish. You know your ass look Puerto Rican."
Even to this day, I get that from Mexicans here in California. They automatically assume that I'm either Mexican or Puerto Rican and instantly speaks Spanish to me. Hell, there are even times when my girlfriend would talk Spanish to me and her daughter have to remind her that I don't speak it.