171　What was wrong? 出什么问题了？

When I moved to California, I was a nervous wreck about earthquakes. My friend Lisa, who was born and raised there, was completely blasé. I remember once when we pulled up to a light, her Honda began to shake. She looked worried until I stammered, “I think that we're having an earthquake.” “Thank goodness,” Linda said. “I thought something was wrong with my car.”
当我刚搬到加州住的时候，我对地震极为紧张。而我那位在加州土生土长的朋友丽莎却对此完全无动于衷。我记得有一次我们在等红灯的时候，她的本田车开始抖动起来。她看起来很担心。直到我结结巴巴地说：“我想我们是碰到地震了。”她却说：“谢天谢地，我以为是我的车出问题了。”