"Let me show you how it works," Danger Girl laughs as we descended the stairs in the airport parking garage. I call Danger Girl because
0. I continue to endanger, sometimes fatal,
1. She soloed in a Cessna before turning seventeen years;
2. It has some other dangerous habits, which is another type of publication it was in past days, can not be discussed in full and frank way he once was my pleasure oppress our finest players.
she told me that we rented a Camry. I am happy about it. I like rent Camrys. But as we walked towards a line of cars that clearly included Camrys, Danger Girl took a right turn toward a black Challenger in what I was sure was enough rental return path. "I can take a car I want," she informed me, "so I'll take it." I loaded our luggage into the wide, flat, safe Seventies-style as she pulled the Pentastar and adjusted the seat. "Forward!" She laughed, and we drove up to two levels of circular ramp and into the warm night in California.
As we entered the highway, something occurred to me.
"Hey ... are not you supposed to, like, tell someone that you take this car?"
The Danger Girl response was measured. "I ... implies ... that maybe we should have spent a kind of safety barrier. But I do it all the time. I just take what the car I want and then my company pays for it. "
" Have you just drive a car without talking to anyone? "There was a long pause.
"Perhaps, perhaps not."
"Should I call the rental agency?"
"If you want." J ' I called the rental agency. There were three options in the automated system. None of them corresponds to reports of a car for self-fly. I squeezed the third option
"Blah-blah Car Rentals, it is LaQueesha talking." I do not do it .; it was his name.
"Yes, ah, I picked up an airport rental car and nobody asked me any identity or made me sign anything."
"Can I get the ID number on the car?" I read it to her.
"Sir, I show that the car like in our inventory."
"Well, it's because I drove in and nobody stopped me."
"well, I am showing that we still have."
"well, I ," I replied to a mode little irritated, "am showing he lowered the 405."
"what do you want me to do about it, sir?"
"Could you, I do not know, maybe put it in your computer that was not stolen? That we will bring it back?"
"I will have to sign the rental office to do so. "
" Then connect me. "And the phone bleeped promptly inform me that the other party hung up.
" I not worry, "Danger Girl said," it is a black Challenger, they will not be looking for it. "
"baby," I moaned in response, "cops shoot as long as they do not even care that he is black Challengers"
"I do not know what you are moaning about. I'm the one driving, not you."
"I am a accomplice! Moreover, this is California! They will stop to stare-rape you make or something! "
" This thing is fast enough, "Danger Girl noted, as the speedometer swung past '70' on the surface street to four lanes." But I can not see the outside of it all . "
" so why are you going so fast? "
" if they are looking for us. "I again made the car rental company. And got Omar. Which also hung up on me.
" Well, I want a drink, "Danger Girl exclaimed," so I think we should give these people servant. "
"You can not," I told him explained, as a child, "the operation of a stolen car with this level of recklessness."
"Hey!" she says. "It is another Challenger just like us!" And verily, I saw four black rental V6 Challys that day already.
He was driving Hispanic man with a face tattoo. I asked DG to stick close to it as we traveled in the parking garage where my car was registered, thinking that the LAPD, given the choice between pulling on a blonde girl in a jacket North face or a Mexican with a face tattoo, choose the latter, even if the license plate on the PDB corresponded to the former.
We recovered my car without difficulty and Danger Girl had an idea. "Hey. There is also an airport here, "she said, with the same kind of wonder a child can display while playing SimCity . "Let us leave the car at the rental desk." We stopped in convoy and it leads to without me. Two young black women were waiting.
"Girls," DG chirped, "this car is another airport. They left just take me. I give back."
" You have take it! "responded attendants batches tuneful unison. I could read in their remote thoughts. This is what these bitches get up blondes! They steal cars! And nobody does not stop!
"I just took!" DG replied. "Will you come back?"
"Well," one of the employees responded, sweeping lip, "Do not show up in the system."
"So," asked DG, "it's like it never happened! Do I pay you anything?"
"I guess not," the taller of the two replied.
" Well. Goodbye! "
" Goodbye! "The lot of girls said, again in unison tuneful. DG jumped into the passenger seat of my car. Behind her, I could hear an officer say to another,
" She just took car. "
" Certainly, "I opined, as three cylinders roared to life behind me and we stepped back," there will be consequences for that. " and yet there was not.
lA END.
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