When my husband and I met he was an officer in the Air Force, stationed at Little Rock AFB. He came home one day and told me this story.
He had gone to lunch with the usual group of guys and a newbie officer from Illinois or Indiana. They were standing in line at the BBQ place waiting to order when the Yankee asks why a BBQ joint has whale on the menu.
Whale? What the hell are you talking about?
Yeah, whale. It says right there, fried Orca.
Dude, that says fried OKRA, not Orca!
I'm pretty sure only new orders and a transfer to another base ended the ridicule for that guy.