She pulled out of the station, and continued in the direction we'd been traveling, and three miles later we ran into a t, with still no US-81 in sight. I pointed to a parking lot across the road, and motioned for her to park there, then I pulled alongside and parked the Valiant. I could tell by the way she way looking at the route sheet, and not meeting my eyes that she was steeling herself to get yelled at for getting us lost. Every Drag Week, the brothers and I tease her unmercifully every time she has missed a turn. Instead I grabbed my camera, backed up away from both cars, and shot a picture.
"What did you do that for"? she looked at me from the drivers window.
"Look at the sign!" I pointed.
She turned, and laid over into the passenger seat to look up at it, "We are at a strip club aren't we."
"Sure are, Rachael, way to go!"