The adventure already started on my way to the airport. Should have been an easy ride, I looked my bus connections up on the internet. But you know me, easy just doesn't work for me. I took the wrong bus. Or, more specifically: the right bus, but in the wrong direction. It was one of those routes that have the same bus stop because they make a loop and overlap for a while. And I even asked the bus driver if he's going to the airport. And I could sware he said airport and nodded. Well, I pretty soon found out that he was not going to the airport. At the sign that pointed ahead for the airport, he took a left turn and made his way back to the city. So I took a bus plan and got off the bus. In the middle of nowhere. I was standing in a neighborhood that looked even crappier than Riverside. I walked to the bus stop on the other side of the street to get back. A nice Hispanic man mowing his lawn wished me a good day, smiling underneath his gigantomanic mustache. I almost didn't see that because I was staring at his cowboy-hat. I smiled back and sat down at the bus stop, directly in front of his fence. No bus came. But I guess I could have gone with any car hunkin' their horns... I looked at the plan and the next bus would not come until 40 minutes later. I wouldn't make it in time to pick Louisa up from the airport. So I went to the Hispanic man and asked him if he had the number of a taxi company. He didn't speak English. Just my luck. "Taxi? Nooo, nooooo" (*shrug*) and then he pointed at a blue pick-up truck that just made its way along the road. I went over there. A smiling man of color, probably 60 years old or so, was sitting in the truck. He didn't have the number of a taxi company, but he didn't have anything to do that day so he would drive me to the airport.
Is that nice or what? So Bobby drove me to the airport. And he invited me to give him a call anytome I'd be in the neighborhood (never again!) and that he'd like to take me out to have seafood... Thanks, Bobby!
Then I picked up Louisa from the airport. There, the next adventure was awaiting us: We could pick out our rental car. They were out of Economy-Class cars, so we got an upgrade. And we had five cars to chose from: an eggshell colored PT Cruiser, a golden Honda, a black Dodge Avenger!! and two red Chrysler something"s that we didn't even notice anymore after having seen the huge Dodge! Well, the decision was an easy one, now we had to think about a name for that car.
This is what we expected to get:
And this is what we got! Introducing: Bruce!
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