Months back, Heidi says "what kind of car do you want rent on Maui?"
"I'm not sure," I said, "a... Car?"
"I just rented us a Mustang Convertable."
That'll do, I suppose.
Flash ahead to Monday. We've just spent what felt like seventy thousand hours crammed onto our teensy little United Airlines seats. (Side note: don't fly United.)
We arrive at the rental place. It's a little low rent. A single slightly dilapilated building squads on the edge of an under maintained smallish parkinglot crammed with cars of all descriptions, packed so tightly you could barely move beteen them.
After signing the paperwork presented to us by the extremely laid back young man behind the counter, we're taken to our new car.
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