Drive on the Left! (Part 1)
Sunday

She was so pretty, the woman at the Avis counter. With red curly hair and green eyes she looked like a young Maureen O’Hara in a regulation red uniform.

“I have a US driver’s license,” I said. “Can I rent a car here?”

“Of course,” she replied with a broad smile and a thick brogue. She quickly rattled off a few prices and assured me that they had automatics on the lot.

Foggy with jetlag I struggled to understand her sentences. “I may be back tomorrow,” I said and limped across the parking lot to my hotel.

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