Scenes from work, some number

Coworker: I remember when I was a teenager, my dad wanted me to drop off a package in North Carolina, and he rented me a Chrysler New Yorker. Thing was tacky - leather seats with brass buttons.

Me: Drop off a package? Come on, admit it, you were running drugs, weren't you?

Coworker: Well, I am "the Columbian" - because, you know, I live in Columbia, MD.