No Fortitude For Longitude, Part 7

(Our parents have moved to Italy. My sisters and I are going to head over for the summer. We’re discussing how long the flight will take.)

Sister: “It’s 15 hours!”

Me: “Well, that’s not so bad. We drive to California!”

Sister: “That’s true.”

Me: “And since we’re flying, not driving, it should feel shorter. That is, unless we’re delayed.”

Sister: *laughs* “Yeah, we’re delayed in Antarctica!”

Me: “What?”

Sister: “Antarctica. What? I thought we went over the world, not—”

(She motions with her hands that we go over the world, not around it. I just stare at her blankly. She looks confused herself, and consults her smart-phone.)

Sister: “Wait… Antarctica doesn’t have any major airports!”

Related:
No Fortitude For Longitude, Part 6
No Fortitude For Longitude, Part 5
No Fortitude For Longitude, Part 4
No Fortitude For Longitude, Part 3
No Fortitude For Longitude, Part 2