678 Pushed the wrong button 按錯了按鈕
Flying through the Midwest in the summertime means one thing: turbulence. Just after a teenager girl had entered the bathroom, we hit a patch of very rough air. After the bumps had subsided, she exited the bathroom, a look of sheer terror etched on her face. “Are you all right?” I asked. “That turbulence was so bad.” “So that's what it was,” she said. “I thought I'd pushed the wrong button.”
夏天在美國中西部飛行就代表一件事:渦流。一個十幾歲的女生剛進到洗手間,我們的飛機就遇到一整片十分不平穩(wěn)的氣流。等顛簸平復下來以后,她從洗手間里出來了,滿臉害怕的樣子。我問她:“你不要緊吧?這股渦流可夠厲害的。”她說:“原來是這樣一回事。我以為是因為我按錯了開關。”