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lagilmanOkay so tonight I was heading out to NJ and I haven't been to Costco in a while so hey, might as well rent a car and get a lot of errands run this weekend, right?
Start the day by misplacing first my glasses and then my wallet. Call Enterprise to tell them I'm running late (they close at noon). Ask for a pickup at the end of the bus line, rather than walking the last mile, to save time. They tell me to call when I'm actually on the bus. I do so.... but there is no-one at the bus stop. I call again...and am told that the driver claims I refused to get in the car.
W.T.F?
I walk the mile, annoyed as hell, and arrive to find the office in chaos, too many people waiting and not enough people working, and there's no way they're closing shop at noon since it's -- oh, it's already noon!
40 minutes later I'm finally given a car, which is the LAST car left on the lot (other than pickup trucks and oversized vans which Do Not Want) and it's not the class I asked for but what the hell. They're giving me a 10% apology discount, I need a car, let's go.
And then, pulling out into sunlight, I discover... the car. Has. No. Sun visors. They've both been ripped out.
The manager tries to call other offices, but they've all closed for the weekend already. Fine whatever, all right, I'll drive carefully, I mainly need it for tonight, anyway.
Dropping friends off after a Costco run, I pull to the curb, cut the engine... and the car freezes. Despite trying all the tricks I know, I can't get the key to turn in the lock. Oh, and the headlights? Are not entirely working. And its 5:30 and I have to be out in NJ by 7....
So I do the smart thing and reach over to get the car info booklet from the glove compartment.
And the glove compartment. Door. Falls. Off.
Cue Rose and I looking at each other and breaking into hysterical laughter because, at that point, what the hell else can you do?
There was a happy ending to that trauma: we got the car restarted, and it drove like an obedient little beast the rest of the night. And it parallel parks like a dream, in wee little spaces. SO I won't be shooting it after all.
I will, however, let Enterprise know that this car is in no way road-ready.
The Dell Disaster story...is still ongoing. I'm not sure I can be calm or coherent about that yet. Updates as they happen.
Start the day by misplacing first my glasses and then my wallet. Call Enterprise to tell them I'm running late (they close at noon). Ask for a pickup at the end of the bus line, rather than walking the last mile, to save time. They tell me to call when I'm actually on the bus. I do so.... but there is no-one at the bus stop. I call again...and am told that the driver claims I refused to get in the car.
W.T.F?
I walk the mile, annoyed as hell, and arrive to find the office in chaos, too many people waiting and not enough people working, and there's no way they're closing shop at noon since it's -- oh, it's already noon!
40 minutes later I'm finally given a car, which is the LAST car left on the lot (other than pickup trucks and oversized vans which Do Not Want) and it's not the class I asked for but what the hell. They're giving me a 10% apology discount, I need a car, let's go.
And then, pulling out into sunlight, I discover... the car. Has. No. Sun visors. They've both been ripped out.
The manager tries to call other offices, but they've all closed for the weekend already. Fine whatever, all right, I'll drive carefully, I mainly need it for tonight, anyway.
Dropping friends off after a Costco run, I pull to the curb, cut the engine... and the car freezes. Despite trying all the tricks I know, I can't get the key to turn in the lock. Oh, and the headlights? Are not entirely working. And its 5:30 and I have to be out in NJ by 7....
So I do the smart thing and reach over to get the car info booklet from the glove compartment.
And the glove compartment. Door. Falls. Off.
Cue Rose and I looking at each other and breaking into hysterical laughter because, at that point, what the hell else can you do?
There was a happy ending to that trauma: we got the car restarted, and it drove like an obedient little beast the rest of the night. And it parallel parks like a dream, in wee little spaces. SO I won't be shooting it after all.
I will, however, let Enterprise know that this car is in no way road-ready.
The Dell Disaster story...is still ongoing. I'm not sure I can be calm or coherent about that yet. Updates as they happen.
