An Ocean Away
I was dating a 32-year-old, and he asked me if I wanted to get together to watch a TV show. I said, “Sure, what time is it on?” He looks it up and says to me “8:00 Pacific, 9:00 Central…?” in a very unsure voice.
I asked what was confusing him, and his answer left me stunned. He told me he wasn’t sure if the show was on at 8 or 9.
My man did not know what timezone we lived in.
So I was like, “Ok, well you know what ocean we’re near, right?” because I was trying to get him to think about the Pacific time zone in terms of the giant body of water for which it was named, and he immediately got defensive and for real said, “Why would I know that?
I’m from Texas.” He’d been living in San Francisco for five years and could see the Pacific Ocean out his window.