by Robert Morschel
The little craft settled slowly into the dust as its engines whined to a reluctant halt.
“I told you to take a left,” Eva said scornfully, “but no, you always know better. Bloody men. All the same.”
“So where do YOU think we are?” Harry asked, sighing loudly.
“That over there is Earth. I think they call this the Moon,” she replied, turning the pages of their Rough Guide to the Milky Way. "Unbelievable names - you'd think they thought they were the only species in the universe."
"We thought that once."
His wife scowled at him. "Oh, just shut up."