"Uh, hi," Rachel faltered. This was her first encounter with someone in America... until she realised Sara wasn't a New Yorker either. This wasn't exactly reassuring, two lost damsels in the streets of New York City, but there was, of course, safety to be found in numbers. "I guess... Um, I got a map off the internet with my laptop." (btw we need a name for the house!) (I'm a computer nerdess. lolz! and a feminist. stuff the unisex words!)
Rachel peered at the map. "I can't read the small text. Oh, hang on, my glasses are on my head..." She put her glasses on and squinted. "We're here... so... well, I don't know! I can't read American maps! I hope someone knows where we're meant to be..."
She fumbled with her mobile phone. "Um, er... hello, is this... oh, it's McDonalds. No, we were wondering if the directory knew where... oh, but I don't WANT a cheeseburger delivery! Thank you... um, goodbye." She flushed. "America is so - darn -stupid! Look, a taxi!"
Rachel stepped onto the road to flag it down... the headlights neared... and she ran back onto the footpath, swearing under her breath. "TAXI!"
The taxi driver stared and pulled over. "You girls new to New York?"
"Um, yeah," Rachel puffs. "I need to go to (insert name of house here)..."
"Okey-dokey, you girls paying in cash?"
Rachel flips through her wallet... "Oh my gosh, I'm so ditzy! I only have Australian money!"