Two-Bits
Sigh. It seemed like Philadelphia would never. Freaking. Come. Granted, we'd only been driving for about an hour and a half. But it seemed like even longer. Not that we weren't having a good time. We were busy arguing/insulting each other in our signature languages.
Which was really rather unfair, since NO ONE understood Swifty.
"La macchia, lei guida anche il digiuno. Lei va degli ottanta-cinque in una zona di sessanta-cinque," I scolded. Everyone looked at Race, expectantly.
"She says, 'Spot, you're driving too fast. You're going eighty-five in a sixty-five zone,'" he translated, for Spot and Swifty's sake.
"Au moins je peux conduire. Vous, d'autre part, conduisez comme un rhinocerous qui est eu ses jambes a coupé," he replied, coolly.1
Ouch. That was HARSH.
That's right, my pretties. I, Two-Bits, have been deceiving everyone. I. Know. French! However, I chose to keep this fact a secret so that I may have private conversations with Spot, without anyone being able to understand, AND I don't have to be bothered with translating.
Anyways, my cellphone rang, suddenly. "Ciao?" I answered, flipping it open. Spot, Swifty, Dutchy, and Bumlets looked at Race, again. He rolled his eyes.
"She says, 'Hello.'" They blushed with embarrassment, except for Bumlets, who is so damn tan, he CAN'T blush.
Lucky bastard.
"Hey, Bits." It was Jack. "Turn left onto eighth street, and turn right onto Walnut street. Then we'll be there."
"Turn left on eighth street, and right on Walnut," I instructed. Spot obliged.
"See you in a minute."
"Arrivederci," I replied, flipping my phone shut.
"Hellelujah," Swifty breathed when the Holiday Inn came into view.
"Alleluia," Race, Itey, and I agreed.
"Aleluya," Bumlets said.
"Alléluia," Spot added.2
"Wordt dit liever repetetive, nu het is niet?" Dutchy said.3 No one knew what he had said, but we got the gist of it.
Smartass.
Heh heh...I am such a FreeTranslation addict. Okay, now to translate!
1 At least I CAN drive. You, on the other hand, drive like a rhinocerous with its legs cut off.
2 They're all saying hallelujah, for those of you who didn't figure it out.
3 We're getting a little repetitive here, aren't we?
Thanks to Erin Go Bragh for reviewing!