Jacob, 28, kind of a writer, playing for the other team, like to pretend my boots & I are vegan.
Go ahead and ask
So I made a car rental reservation this past Monday. My oldest brother was in town Friday night. (Yea! and wonderful, btw. Dropped him off at the airport last night.)
Huge hail storm in the Dallas area on Wednesday did over $400 million dollars worth of damage. All rental car places were swarmed upon.
Rental car place “remembered” that I’d made a reservation but couldn’t find it. The weekend rate that I thought I had locked (not with a credit card but with a confirmation email from the company, though…like a few times before since my wreck) was/is no longer offered for the foreseeable future in the area.
No rental car company within a two city radius had a vehicle.
So…the next best thing:
I asked for the pickup truck. My rental agreement said pickup truck. What they had waiting for me as I exited the office though was the truck there at the right. The 10 foot moving truck.
“It’s just a taller pickup truck.”
Friday morning, I’d frantically put my name on waiting lists for a dozen car rental locations.
They all called Friday night or Saturday morning telling me that they “miraculously” had cars/a car available. The location where I made the reservation on Friday suddenly had SIX to choose from. They called just as I passed them on the way to pick up my brother.
But I kind of enjoyed being so large on the road. Maybe my next vehicle will be a 10’ MOVING TRUCK. A moving truck named Brooke. I’ll take bids to protect you from future hail storms and we’ll never have to deal with rental car companies again.