We made it to Miami.
Rented a car and it went like this:
Car guy: Will a Nissan Altima be okay?
Husband: is it the lowest rate?
Me: Will our suitcases fit? How much for the 2012 Camaro?
Car guy: $600/week…
Me: *jaw drop*
CG: Altima it is…. *searches database* How about a 2012 Mustang
Husband: Same price as the Altima?
Me: Is it fast?
CG: Yes to both.
So we are sent down two floors to the garage and check slot H15 as we were told and there’s an empty space. My husband sees an attendant and asks, “Dude, where’s my car?”
Attendant: Sorry, sometimes this happens. Someone takes the wrong car. They’ll be back but we’ll get you a different one.
He takes us to a booth in the garage (we’re lugging 2 suitcases and various bags all this time) and tells us we’ll have to take a Mustang GT but at the Altima rate.
He walks us to the assigned slot…and in it’s place is a 2012 Camaro instead of a Mustang GT.
Attendant: Oh bloody hell. What is going on?
Me: We’ll just take this one
Attendant: Okay.
Me: at the lowest rate right?
Attendant: absolutely. Thanks for your patience.
