Cross My Heart

A Driver picked me up from Bucharest Airport and drove me the 10-minute drive to the Pullman Hotel.  Before he set off, he crossed himself, a little reassuring to me.  Half way there, while traveling a notch below the speed of sound, he crossed himself again.  As we arrived 10 minutes later at the Pullman Hotel he and I crossed ourselves simultaneously.

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