On Vacation
Checking in…
Hmm, upgrades.
Hertz didn’t have our reservation (insert Sienfeld skit here). So they offered us either a Jeep Wrangler or some behemoth SUV for our “compact car” price. Despite a general dislike for automobiles, I have a soft spot for the Wrangler. It reminds me of the first car that I remember my parents owning: a bright red Jeep Commando. Over the years that paint faded and the rust spread, but the car must have lasted more than a decade. So it was a guilty pleasure to get the Wrangler. Luxury is not a word that comes to mind when describing the Wrangler. Deb was a sport to put up with it for the week.
At check in, we found that our “ocean view” room was upgraded to a “beach front” (my sincerest thanks to the forces at work).
Damn, the water feels good.
This does not suck.