摘要
我正在赴一个重要的约会，可我已经晚了，还迷路了。我把自己的男人自尊压了压，打算找个地方问问路，最好是个加油站。我在城里绕了好久了，油箱快空了，而时间更是重要。我发现从消防站里透出的琥珀色灯光。还有比这个更好的问路的地方吗？我很快从车里下来，穿过马路去消防站，三扇吊门都开着，我看见红色的消防车门都开着，
The appointment I was on my way to was very important; I was very late and very lost. With my male ego in check, I began to look for a place to ask directions, preferably a gas station. Since I had been crisscrossing the city, my gas gauge was perilously low and time was of the essence_
