Al got in a fight.
After departing the land of Charlemagne, we left Germany to head to the Netherlands. I really enjoyed Germany – so did Al! It’s a BEAUTIFUL country, and the people were very nice – except one. I forgot to mention the lady in Bad Gotesberg with whom Al got in a fight. That’s right – Al threw down. We were driving down the mountain after our nice lunch in the castle. There was a very nice Mercedes in front of us who passed a parking space along the road, and then slammed on their brakes to try to back up. I didn’t know what they were doing, and when they started to back up, I did my best to accommodate their (bad) driving. (By the way, this was the first bad driving we’d experienced!!!) I tried to put the fiesta in reverse, but it was a VERY VERY steep incline and I wasn’t able to back up (the Fiesta made very BAD, LOUD noises). During this fiasco (mind you, the Mercedes had backed up clear to the front of my car, so whenever I let of the brakes, the car naturally rolled forward. I wasn’t able to go ANYWHERE. The bimbo in the passenger seat jumped out to tell us to back up (as if I couldn’t figure that out). I told her I couldn’t, and Al politely asked her if they could pull forward a few feet so I could have room to go around them. This old bimbo proceeded to YELL at Al! Big mistake, bimbo. Big mistake. The Mercedes ended up pulling forward, and the bimbo is now missing one tooth.