He said something about gas mileage, and I said “Oh, it’s no never mind. I’m not going far. I can handle it.”
Down the counter was another customer talking with an agent who told him the only vehicle left was a pick-up truck.
“A pick-up truck?” asked the customer incredulously. “What’s it look like?”
“It’s a pick-up truck.” said the agent. “It looks like a pick-up truck. It acts like a pick-up truck. It drives like a pick-up truck. What do you think it looks like?" At that time of day and without cars to rent, the hired help could be surly.
"It seats four.”
The guy took it.
This was the Orlando International Airport, after all, where car rentals are at a premium at Christmastime, what with all the tourists from the brrrrr north coming down to partake of Disney World and all the other area worlds.
And I got one!
For the cut-rate “economy” price, how would you like a brand new with temporary tag, bright yellow 2013 Camaro? I ain’t talkin’ no wispy Williamsburg dainty yellow. I am talking SCREAMING bright yellow. As in Sun Yellow, the kind that blinds you when you look at it. (GM calls it "Rally Yellow," and it costs more to get it!)
Would you go for that, sister? Would you? Could you? Jumpin’ Jehoshaphat! I was supposed to drive it?
With rental cars, it always takes me the longest time to figure out how to open the gas gauge to insert fuel. So when I slid in the car the next morning (only too glad to find it in one piece without damage by the patients in the scary parking lot which the Camaro did not like one bit, beeping about the lack of a secure neighborhood), I remembered to look for that blooming button to pop open the gas gauge, but it was nowhere, and I was too afraid to push buttons. The roof might fly off and then where would I be?
It is scary to drive a new car and worry about hitting something or something hitting you. I never exceeded the speed limit although the engine wanted to run.
There was nobody happier to turn a car loose than I was at the rental return. The gas mileage was really not bad, and thank goodness, E-Z did not charge me for all those phone calls. Give me an economical, dented old car any day, but at E-Z, they treat you right. Highly recommended!
All I want for Christmas is a yellow spaceship
So I can race….down the interstate!