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City workers at the French Quarter’s new WeWork complex were subject to a very loud man today who rather than googling the answer to his query, decided to boorishly ask the room for the answer.
Peter Moyra’s desk is on the fourth-floor beside the cool self-serve Brooklyn Lager kegerator, so he gets to hear his fair share of absolute dribble.
But that pales in comparison to the question he heard this afternoon from a fellow hotdeskperson.
“Oi,” shouted a very loud Lewis Palmer, a local freelance graphic designer.
“What’s the capital of New Zealand again? Is it Aukland or Wellington?”
Rather than open a new tab, type in his question, read the answer and then close the tab, the swashbuckling Lewis felt that he was above that.
A few sheepish seconds past before a Kiwi-born shearing team boss, who was using a hot desk this week to complete the business and individual tax returns of his crew, told him the answer.
“It’s actually Christchurch, bruz,” said the sheepish Kiwi at the end of the communal desk.
Peter paused and looked around the room.
“I’ll just double check that,” he said.
Another pregnant pause swallowed the room.
Peter looked up.
“It’s fucking Wellington, you idiot!” he said laughing to himself.
The Kiwi also smiled.
“Ask stupid questions, get stupid answers.”
More to come.
