God Save The Reine

(I work in the hotel department on a cruise line. A coworker and I are talking about me going to London to study.)

Me: “I’m so glad I’m single. Would be awful to have a long distance relationship for three years.”

Coworker: “I’m sure you’ll find a hot French guy there! I mean there are hordes of them there. You can just take your pick!”

Me: “I’m not specifically after a French guy, and I didn’t know there were that many of them in London.”

Coworker: “Sure there are, it’s LONDON! Where else would they be?”

Me: “…In France?”

Coworker: “But that’s where you’re going.”

Me: “No, I’m going to London.”

Coworker: “Yes and London is in France!”

(I’m thinking she’s joking but she’s looking at me, dead serious.)

Me: “London is in England.”

Coworker: “No, it’s not. It’s the capital of France.”

Me: “No, sweetie… Paris is the capital of France. London is the capital of England!”

Coworker: “No… but… oh, yeah! But I’m sure you’ll find a French guy there anyway!”

Me: *facepalm*