This might be one of my favorite stories.
Back in 1996, I was working and living in Greenville, SC at a BMW factory. The Atlanta summer Olympics were about to start and BMW staff were all abuzz with the idea that the flaming dildo, I mean, the Olympic Torch was about to be run through the town and would make a special detour through the BMW parking lot for a special peek. It was pretty anticlimactic.
Anyway, I was outside on a smoke break with a security guard who wasn’t terribly bright, but knew everything, especially more than any woman, and there were probably 5-6 guys standing around. We were chatting about the Olympics, your basic mundane smoke break small talk. I mentioned that I’d heard that the next summer Olympics would be held in Sydney. Then, I made the mistake of wondering aloud,
“If Sydney is in the Southern Hemisphere, that means the seasons are reversed, right? So won’t that mean that the Summer Olympics will actually be held in December?” Of course, no one knew the answer to this offhand, but the ever knowledgeable security guard pipes up…
“Australia is in the Northern Hemisphere.” He rocked back on his heels, satisfied with himself that he’d taken another uppity woman down a peg or two. (The misogyny I encountered in that part of the world was shocking.)
I looked at him to check if he was serious. He was. Gravely serious. “Um, no, I’m pretty sure that Australia is in the Southern Hemisphere.” I tried to be gentle because the worst sin a woman can commit in the Deep South (with that kind of crowd) is to correct a man in front of other men. I might as well have lopped off his penis, smothered it with ketchup, and eaten it right in front of him. (I’d deep fry it first, of course. This is the South after all.)
Well. Women aren’t supposed to argue with very important, knowledgeable security guards. Mr. Knowledgeable puffed himself up and informed me, “I was in the Navy for 12 years. I went to England, the Mediterranean, all over the world, and I am telling you-- Australia is in the Northern Hemisphere!”
I briefly wondered if he was confusing Austria with Australia, but quickly rejected that idea because Austria is a landlocked country, so how would the U.S. Navy get there on a sub or aircraft carrier, and why would the U.S. Navy to to Austria even if it was on the ocean? Mr. Knowledgeable was red-faced, agitated, and clearly delighted to humiliate me in front of all my male coworkers.
I blinked at him a couple of times and said, “Well. I certainly hope you weren’t the navigator,” and looked him straight in the eye while my male coworkers laughed their asses off. Mr. Knowledgeable got really red in the face – 'cause all the men laughed at him – and stalked off. The best part was he never spoke to me again. Had I known it would have been that easy, I’d have engaged him in a discussion about geography on Day 1. 