Me: Is this the 11:15 bus to Reykjavik?
Driver: Yes, but now it is 11:16.
Me; Are you serving dinner?
Chef: And why wouldn’t I be?
Me: They never gave us directions on how to get here.
Icelander: How Icelandic!
And the nice kid at the car rental agency drew us a little map on how to get on the highway. And included that specific landmark–a fijord.