Planes, Trai - well, Planes and Automobiles
Started off for Ohio on Saturday morning, hoping to spend as much of my small window of time with Jen's family as possible. Halfway to the Tennessee state line, the transmission of the car I was driving started slipping badly. Rather than risk getting stuck somewhere in the hills of Kentucky, I decided to turn back. As my other car is not in much better condition, and after talking with Jen, we decided I should rent a car. So much for getting an early start.
Limped home, logged on, reserved a car. No sweat.
I then drove to the airport where the rental company was located. This, of course, being the holiday weekend, I had to park in overflow parking, which is somewhere in the vicinity of Lebanon. Took a very slow moving bus from there to the terminal.
Always a strange feeling being at an airport with suitcases but not flying anywhere. I feel like a fraud, somehow.
Anyway, at the rental counter, I was informed that I could NOT rent a car from the airport location using only a debit card if I was not, in fact, FLYING either to or from Nashville International. I would have to go to an alternate location, where I could rent a car from their company. Logic and common sense miss yet another foothold.
Out to the curb I went with my bags, and waited for an overflow bus. And waited. And waited. Time with my family sliding irrevocably into the past, I asked the driver of a bus labeled "Longterm" if an overflow bus was coming anytime soon. "Oh, we'll get one over here right away". Apparently, somebody who was supposed to drive a bus from my lot over to the terminal "forgot" or something. You got me; must be very involved being a bus driver at the airport.
Tick . . . Tick . . . Tick . . .
So back I went to overflow, picked up my car, and drove to the alternate rental location, successfully procuring an automobile. Happy ending; I made it home with some time to spare to get to the Christmas Eve service.
Hope you all had Merry Christmases.
Limped home, logged on, reserved a car. No sweat.
I then drove to the airport where the rental company was located. This, of course, being the holiday weekend, I had to park in overflow parking, which is somewhere in the vicinity of Lebanon. Took a very slow moving bus from there to the terminal.
Always a strange feeling being at an airport with suitcases but not flying anywhere. I feel like a fraud, somehow.
Anyway, at the rental counter, I was informed that I could NOT rent a car from the airport location using only a debit card if I was not, in fact, FLYING either to or from Nashville International. I would have to go to an alternate location, where I could rent a car from their company. Logic and common sense miss yet another foothold.
Out to the curb I went with my bags, and waited for an overflow bus. And waited. And waited. Time with my family sliding irrevocably into the past, I asked the driver of a bus labeled "Longterm" if an overflow bus was coming anytime soon. "Oh, we'll get one over here right away". Apparently, somebody who was supposed to drive a bus from my lot over to the terminal "forgot" or something. You got me; must be very involved being a bus driver at the airport.
Tick . . . Tick . . . Tick . . .
So back I went to overflow, picked up my car, and drove to the alternate rental location, successfully procuring an automobile. Happy ending; I made it home with some time to spare to get to the Christmas Eve service.
Hope you all had Merry Christmases.
posted by Chris at 1:20 PM
2 Comments:
that sucks. but i'm glad you made it in time for the christmas festivities.
We are so glad you made it! I loved sitting through the Christmas Eve service with my darling daughter and handsome son-in-law by my side! You are both so dear to us!
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