Jed calls Toby into his office. "You polled where I should have Thanksgiving?" Toby says he saw that question, and in answer to Jed's questions, indicates that it was okay with him because it was okay with Joey Lucas. Jed, arms crossed, asks, "You think people should care where I have Thanksgiving?" Toby: "I know I don't give a damn." Jed relents, saying, "All right, it doesn't matter. I straightened it out with Bruno. It has a lot to do with kelp." Toby's confused, not unlike many of us.
Before Jed can explain any further, the Butterball Hotline Lady (hereafter known as BHL) is on the speakerphone. As Jed scurries over to his desk, Toby's all, "What the hell is..." BHL wants to know how she can help. Jed first congratulates her on providing this wonderful service. She asks his name. He replies, "I'm a citizen." She says that she's sure he is, but if she has his name, she can add his comments to their customer feedback. He announces, "I'm Joe Betherson...ton." Okay, that made me laugh out loud. (For the first time in this episode, for the record.) Jed adds, "That's one T, and with an H in there." I guess I don't need to point out there are two Ts in that "name." BHL asks his address. Jed says, "Fargo." Toby, thinking much faster than POTUS, picks up the other phone and asks Charlie for the zip code for Fargo, ND: "Right now." Meanwhile, Jed's giving BHL his street address slowly and hesitantly, making it up as he goes along: "My street address is 11454 Pruder Street." Stalling for time, he tells her to be sure to include "Street" so it will not get confused with Pruder Lane or Pruder Way. ["This is my PSA for anyone ever making up a fake address -- say, if you need to sign up for an online service but don't want to give your real coordinates. (Not that I condone lying, of course.) Washington Street. Every city has a Washington Street. If you're in Canada: Queen Street." -- Wing Chun] Jed adds, as Charlie hustles into the office in the nick of time, "It's Apartment 23R..." and he drags out the R: "Aaaarrrr." Charlie hands Jed the paper and Jed reads it: "Zip code 50504." According to someone in the forums, this isn't actually a valid zip code any longer...then again, I'll bet there's no Pruder Street, either. BHL says that Jed's voice sounds extremely familiar. Jed explains, "I do radio commercials for...products." Toby glances at Charlie, who's seen too much weirdness to find this at all abnormal.