365 Days (Part 1) | ✓

141. It's a Sign

141. It's a Sign: Have you seen any interesting road signs lately?

We're driving down the road, me and Davie, trying to figure out which way it is to our hotel via a faulty GPS and a German map, when we see it and probably save a divorce from happening on our honeymoon.

Germany was a mutual choice when we were debating on our destination for our honeymoon. I had German relatives on my father's side and Davie was a student of German history at the University back home. Of course, being young and of legal drinking age, we opted to visit Germany during Oktoberfest, the biggest drinking party I can think of. Neither me nor Davie were big on alcohol; I went for the atmosphere. However, since Davie had indulged, I was designated driver. Unfortunately, driving in Germany when you didn't know the language or the rules of the road was a trifle difficult.

"We're lost," Davie said, throwing up his hands. The way he said it tested my already frazzled nerves. I kind of wanted to smack his beautiful face.

"We are not lost," I asserted. "We're just in a hitch."

He cast me a scathing glance. "Then where do we go from here?"

"You have the map!"

"I can't read German."

We approached a stop light, and I ceased driving. The intersection was devoid of life; no one would mind us stalling here for a bit, even though the light was green.

"Give me the map," I said, and took it off of his lap. Lord only knows what is said. I certainly didn't, but some of the crossing lines looked a little familiar. I knew where our hotel was on the map, but somewhere along the way of returning there from Salzburg, I had made a wrong turn and landed us in who knows where.

"I'll just turn around and retrace our steps," I said reasonably.

He rolled his eyes. If we ever have a child with my stubbornness and his sass, we were going to be in a world of hurt.

"We've been lost for an hour. I don't remember where we came from. All of this--" he moved his hand in a sweeping motion to indicate the countryside. "--Looks exactly the same. We should just keep driving until we hit some town and then plead for directions."

"That would waste so much gas!"

"So would turning around and getting even more mixed up!"

Davie was an intelligent boy. That's why I married him. However, I wasn't one to allow what I considered stupidity. We debated the point for several minutes, discussed the pros and cons, and made pointed allusions to the mindlessness of what the other advocated.

We were interrupted by a police officer tapping his nuckles on my window.

"Crap," Davie said under his breath.

I apprehensively rolled down the window of our rental car. "Hello, officer. Have I done anything wrong?" I asked, with fearful respect in my voice. Getting arrested in a foreign country was not on my bucket list.

He peered into the car. In a thick German accent, he asked, "Have you been dlinking?"

"No, Sir," I said quickly.

He cocked his head and gave me a look of polite incredulity. "Not even in Salzzzzburg?"

"No, Sir," I said again.

"We were just there, but she didn't do any drinking," Davie added. "I did, though."

He nodded, as if maybe this was plausible. When he didn't seem inclined to speak more, Davie asked, "Did we do anything wrong, officer?"

The officer waved a hand. "The light turn green and you stay and you stay and you stay."

Oh, geez, he must think we were so strange. We poured out our explanations and excuses, which he seemed to believe, and what's more, he gave us directions back to our hotel. The officer bid us good day, shot away on his motorcycle, and then we turned around when--

"Look at that sign!"

I obediently directed my gaze to the road sign, located next to a cliff and depicted a warning for that danger. It was an amazingly detailed image. The expression on the girl's face was of terror, and her hair blew straight back from her head. That and the long drive and the doubt of our soberness... Before I knew how, we were laughing and driving to the hotel.

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A/N: This came out late in the day... I was watching the first Captain America and Oh. My. Gosh. Who's seen it??