Okay so when I was working at Walmart a wild group of Indian teenagers appeared while I was on a ladder by the toilet paper
Indian kid: "Excuse me sir. Do you know where the ox is?"
Me: "The... ox?"
Indian kid: "Yes sir. The ox."
Me: "Ox as in.. *makes horns on my head with my fingers, miming an ox*? We don't sell livestock."
Indian kid: "Nonononono. The ox for cars. A-U-X."
Me: "Well I'm really not too sure what that is, but all our car stuff is that way."
Indian kid: "Thank you sir."
Me: "I hope you find your ox."