Never go up against a Sicilian when DEATH is on the line!

(sigh) Not to gloat, but I love being right – it just makes me feel warm and cuddly inside. We somehow ended up with a Mustang from Hertz this week (trust me, no complaints there).  When we got to the hotel and needed our stuff from the truck, I became perplexed. After looking for the trunk release from the driver’s seat, I quickly deduced that there must not be one. Ingrid doubted my intelligence and proclaimed that I must be “wrong” and simply couldn’t find it. Well, she tried to prove herself right and only succeeded in legitimizing my claims. Who was wrong Ingrid?!  Who was wrong…