An englishman, a scotsman and an irishman are marooned on a desert island. Afer a long year one of them finds a lamp, and when cleaning it up a genie appears.

The genie offers them one wish each

The Irishman says 'sure i'd give anything to be back in galway, stuck in a snug, with a pint of porter' and <poof> he's gone.

The scotsman is amazed and roars 'take me back tae glasgae!' and in a similar puff of smoke is gone.

The englishman, looks around and says 'I say, its going to be awfully lonely around here without those chaps around, can you bring them back please?'

Yeah, I'm not sure what the OP is talking about. There's definitely a sense of irritation at my office when you've got 4/5 people in office for a meeting and we have to dial in to talk to the 5th who is remote, especially when they could have come in.