I booked the airfare. I chose the hotel. I picked the rental car company. But I was only following orders. He said to go for the least expensive. I chose economy all the way down the line.
That’s how we ended up with the orange on wheels. The rental car lady handed us the keys and said we’d find our car in space 14. We walked out to the lot. There in space A14 was a lovely, ruby colored Infinity G37. I said, “Sweet!” Amoeba said, “That’s not our car hon.” There was an Audi A5 next to it. Okay, it’s not an Aston Martin, but it’s still a nice car. I walked toward it. Amoeba said, “Hon, that’s not our car, either.”
So I turned around hoping for something wonderful, like maybe an Aston Martin. (Hey, a girl can dream, can’t she??) Amoeba was standing next to a classy, pearl white Lincoln Town Car. Unfortunately on his other side was a bright orange Dodge Caliber. Guess which car our keys fit?