On cross continental travel

My brother and I wandered out of the shop and back to the car. I stand and wait for him to open it.

My brother: *waiting for me to get in, looks round* Uh.. This one’s mine… *points*

Me: …

Turns out I’d been waiting to get into the driver’s door of the car next to his.

I am way too used to being a passenger in Germany…

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