Roderich was waiting for Alfred to arrive. He gave the blond the address and whatnot, but he wasn't there and it was forty-five minutes since he first called. Time was not friends with Roderich, as lost time made him annoyed to the point that if a person was even thirty minutes late, he would snap at them.
To pass the time, he sat in his private room playing a song by Bach on the piano when he heard the doorbell ring. Roderich got up and grabbed his things as he opened the door. There, standing on the porch, was Alfred. "Where were you!?" Roderich asked in an annoyed manner. "I'm sorry Rod," Alfred said, "But I took a little detour to avoid traffic." That must've been some detour, since Alfred was late.
"Are we going to the pier? I know how to get down to Santa Monica from here, but not the pier." Roderich said calmly as he locked the door and followed Alfred to the car."Trust me Roderich," Alfred smiled, "I have a map, so there is no way we're going to get lost!" This made the Austrian smile as he got in and buckled up. Alfred got in and started the car as Roderich hummed a little song.
It was a few minutes into their journey to Santa Monica Pier and so far, Alfred knew where he was going. Roderich looked around like a child in the car and was looking confident.
Sadly, as stated in Murphy's Law, something that could go wrong will go wrong, and the first mistake was made when Alfred took the wrong exit. Roderich was listening to Elvis Presley (he was a closet fan) and was oblivious to notice. He noticed this too late as they were driving towards Long Beach.
Upon seeing this mistake, Roderich shouted "STOP!!" Alfred slammed the brakes and pulled over onto the side of the freeway. "What did I do?" He asked. "Well Alfred, you were driving towards Santa Monica quite nicely when you made a turn on the wrong exit. Aa a result, we're closer to Long Beach." Roderich said and crossed his arms.
"No way!" Alfred snapped and pulled out his map. He traced his finger on the route he and Roderich and noticed that the Austrian was right. Great. "Now Alfred, we need to take this exit." Roderich said as he pointed to the suggested exit. "We can make up for lost time that way!" Alfred nodded and drove towards the exit.
After making that turn, the American asked, "Now what?" Roderich read the directions for his proposed route like it was a piece of cake. "That away, we can enjoy an evening and avoid traffic!" The Austrian said proudly. "Whatever you say Rod..." Alfred shrugged as he drove.
Things went smoothly for the next ten miles. No confusion, just the two driving to get to their destination.
However, the next mistake was made when Roderich was bored of the Rolling Stones and asked if he could listen to "Break my Stride" by Matthew Wilder. Alfred nodded and put the cassette in. The reggae music filled the car, and soon Roderich was talking about the Unique II version. Alfred defended the original, and he was so distracted that he forgot to turn right and ended up going straight!
Re: America + Austria - Fail!navigation Duo Part 2/?
To pass the time, he sat in his private room playing a song by Bach on the piano when he heard the doorbell ring. Roderich got up and grabbed his things as he opened the door. There, standing on the porch, was Alfred. "Where were you!?" Roderich asked in an annoyed manner. "I'm sorry Rod," Alfred said, "But I took a little detour to avoid traffic." That must've been some detour, since Alfred was late.
"Are we going to the pier? I know how to get down to Santa Monica from here, but not the pier." Roderich said calmly as he locked the door and followed Alfred to the car."Trust me Roderich," Alfred smiled, "I have a map, so there is no way we're going to get lost!" This made the Austrian smile as he got in and buckled up. Alfred got in and started the car as Roderich hummed a little song.
It was a few minutes into their journey to Santa Monica Pier and so far, Alfred knew where he was going. Roderich looked around like a child in the car and was looking confident.
Sadly, as stated in Murphy's Law, something that could go wrong will go wrong, and the first mistake was made when Alfred took the wrong exit. Roderich was listening to Elvis Presley (he was a closet fan) and was oblivious to notice. He noticed this too late as they were driving towards Long Beach.
Upon seeing this mistake, Roderich shouted "STOP!!" Alfred slammed the brakes and pulled over onto the side of the freeway. "What did I do?" He asked. "Well Alfred, you were driving towards Santa Monica quite nicely when you made a turn on the wrong exit. Aa a result, we're closer to Long Beach." Roderich said and crossed his arms.
"No way!" Alfred snapped and pulled out his map. He traced his finger on the route he and Roderich and noticed that the Austrian was right. Great. "Now Alfred, we need to take this exit." Roderich said as he pointed to the suggested exit. "We can make up for lost time that way!" Alfred nodded and drove towards the exit.
After making that turn, the American asked, "Now what?" Roderich read the directions for his proposed route like it was a piece of cake. "That away, we can enjoy an evening and avoid traffic!" The Austrian said proudly. "Whatever you say Rod..." Alfred shrugged as he drove.
Things went smoothly for the next ten miles. No confusion, just the two driving to get to their destination.
However, the next mistake was made when Roderich was bored of the Rolling Stones and asked if he could listen to "Break my Stride" by Matthew Wilder. Alfred nodded and put the cassette in. The reggae music filled the car, and soon Roderich was talking about the Unique II version. Alfred defended the original, and he was so distracted that he forgot to turn right and ended up going straight!