These Flight Times Aren’t Doublin’
Reading this story made me recall my own geographically confused coworker.
I also live in New York, and a coworker has come back from a big music festival in California. It is Tuesday morning.
Me: “Wow, [Coworker], I’m surprised to see you here.”
Coworker: “Why?”
Me: “Well, you went all the way to the west coast, just for a long weekend?”
Coworker: “I mean, yeah, it’s only California. It’s not like I’m going to Europe or anything.”
Me: “How long was your flight to San Francisco?”
Coworker: “Six and a half hours.”
Me: *Googling.* “New York to Dublin is the same flight time.”
Coworker: “Dublin… Ireland?!”
Me: “Add a half hour extra, and you’re in London.”
Coworker: “London… England?”
She sat down, wide-eyed, suddenly tired from her ‘quick weekend’ jaunt to California.
