A couple of weeks ago my Director told me a story about his flying instructor. This guy and a friend had flown, in a helicopter, to the North Pole and the South Pole. At some point they had to ditch the aircraft in Antarctica. This is the dialogue that followed.
Pete: So, they had to ditch this fucking chopper in a fucking snow storm in Antarctica!
Me: Wow, that sounds harsh, I assume they were ok?
Pete: I don't think you get it, it's fucking Antarctica, there is no life there what so ever, even animals can't live there it's so cold. So they were in big trouble!
Me: Well, I am sure they were, but the fact he told you the story suggests he came out ok. Plus, I'm pretty sure penguins live there and seals.
Pete: No, that's the other one. There is nothing in Antarctica. People can't go there, these guys were breaking a Guinness world record.
Me: I have no doubt they were, but I am not sure it's first people to Antarctica, I think people live in research stations there.
Pete: I'm pretty sure these chaps were amongst the first. Anyway, there are definitely no fucking penguins there. That's the other one.
Me: Oh, ok.
I gave up with trying to educate him, I just sent him a link to the BBC's Frozen Planet and thought I would let him figure it out for himself. This conversation made me die a little bit inside.
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