Smart Girl by Sasha Karpinskaya

Once, an American architecture came to the Soviet Union on the art conference, which was held
in Batumi in 1989.  
The caught the cab and gave the address of the hotel. He was quite surprised that the taxi driver was a girl.
“How old are you, miss? You look so young and maybe even too young to drive.”
“I’m 21, sir”, She answered in perfect English.
The architecture asked her to show him the sights, during their trip to the hotel for extra pay. She
first took him to the Zurab Gorgiladze Street.
“What’s that?”, said the American.
“Oh, that’s National Museum of Adjara, one of the most important centers of contemporary
Georgian culture!”, said the cabby-girl.
“Interesting”, drawled the American. “How long, do you reckon, it took to put?”
“Oh, I dunno”, replied she. “About ten years, I think.”
“TEN years!” exclaimed the American. “Why, in American, we would out that up in less than
FIVE year!”
The cabby-girl continued on the tour and passes by Ninoshvili Street.
“What’s that?” said the American, craning his neck and looking up.
“Oh, That’s the Shota Rustaveli State University. At present, there are trained about 5000 students.”
“Wow”, shouted excitedly American. “How long do you reckon it took to put that up?”
The cabby-girl, not wanting to be outdone this time, said, “Oh, I seem to remember that going up
in about six years.”
“SIX years!” exclaimed the American. “Why, in American, we could put up that building in THREE years!”
The cabby is now getting a little annoyed. She turned west and took her passenger by another expressway.
“Hey”, drawled the American, looking 1,800 feet up to the top of the tower, “What’s that?”
“I dunno”, said the cabby-girl. “It wasn’t here this morning.”