I recounted this to an Autopian article about rental car experiences, and thought it might interest people here:
I was sent from Detroit to Florida for work once, in mid-February, in the mid-1990s.
Dreary Detroit, and the women in the office knew I’d not been to Florida, ever.
Mid-20’s me, I thought nothing of it; it was a job. Office-arranged travel plans.
Well, it was a fiasco. Shiat traffic to DTW airport, clocked a crow to the front grille
of company van on the way to DTW, took...
