Moments I remember from Germany

So, while in Berlin, I was in the bike rental place in Alexanderplatz dealing with my stolen bike, and there was some American guy who was on one of their rental computers on Facebook. He comes up to the counter to ask the guy something, but he had just disappeared to the back so I answered his question. This was our conversation.

Him: How do you say ‘I am a Berliner’?

Me: Um, I believe it’s ‘Ich bin ein Berliner’.

Him: Okay, thanks. (he goes back to his computer and starts to type, then returns a moment later) How do you spell ‘ein’?

Me: E-I-N.

Him: Thanks. (he goes back to the computer, then hollers to me from it) Wait, how do you spell ‘Berliner’?

Me: ……..B-E-R-L-I-N-E-R….

Him: Oh, thanks. You’re so knowledgable! Are you Canadian?

I was pretty much like: