We're Not Lost, It's a Shortcut

"You said you knew where you were going," Rachel said, holding the map. "I *do* know where I'm going," her husband David said. "We're lost." "We're *not* lost. This is just a shortcut." Suddenly something shot through Rachel's open window. She screamed. And David almost drove off the road. "What?!" he yelled. "Something flew through my window," she answered, still a bit jarred. She looked around the car and spotted the object and picked it up. "It's a stone. Can you believe that? Someone threw a stone at us." "Yeah. I really can't believe it. I mean, who would want to throw a stone at *us*." Rachel glared at her husband. They had only been married for a year and they were already getting into fights at the drop of a dime. Rachel took a deep breath and ignored David. She looked down at the stone in her hand and sighed. Then she laid back in her seat and said "You know David, I wish ..."