The clock on his computer read 02:26. It was time for a break. Jerry stretched, then wandered over to the cafeteria. Lupe and Ralph we already devouring the remnants of the morning doughnuts.
“Did you know today it’s warmer in Iceland than here?” asked Ralph, just as Jerry arrived.
“Do you know why it’s called ‘Iceland’?” asked Jerry.
Ralph raised an eyebrow and glared at Jerry.
“Since you didn’t ask, I’ll tell you,” said Jerry, “It seems that when the Vikings discovered Iceland, they saw the warm ocean currents and green, volcanic landscape. They wanted to keep it a secret, so they called it ‘Iceland’ to keep others from coming.”
“Uh huh, right,” said Ralph, skeptically.
“Greenland, on the other hand, is like a barren arctic wasteland. The Vikings called it ‘Greenland’ so people would avoid Iceland and go there instead. It was all an elaborate ruse,” said Jerry.
“Wow,” said Lupe.
“Is that really true?” asked Ralph.
“It’s what I heard, and it makes sense when you think about it,” said Jerry.
Ralph looked at Lupe. Lupe shrugged.
Ralph thought for a second. “I guess it kinda makes sense,” he said, as he stood up from the table. “You learn something new every day. Well, back to work.”
Jerry watched Ralph leave, then sat across the table from Lupe.
“So is it really true about Iceland?” asked Lupe.
“I have no idea. Like I said, it makes sense, so why not?”
Lupe frowned. “If you’re not sure, then why say anything?”
Jerry smiled and took a sip of coffee. “It proves my theory. Walk with purpose, speak with authority and someone will believe you.”