I was in Florida last week for business and I had to get a rental car.
I use Hertz and have for over 20 years.
Why? Because they take care of The Commish.
Well, maybe not always.
This is what they put me in last week. And as I walked up to the car, and had a chance to switch vehicles before leaving the airport, I said “Screw it. Who’s going to see me.”
And for the most part, no one saw me.
(Plus, I kind of like driving different cars when I’m on the road. Makes me feel like an auto aficionado.)
But then I was crusing down the highway, (Joe Walsh pumping, eating the catch of the day from a restaurant called Captain Hook) and a mini-van starts to drive along side of me.
I look over and it’s a Mom, about my age, and she’s smiling at me.
-Man. are people friendly down here.
-Maybe she thinks I’m cute.
-Maybe she knows I’m The Commish. (no)
Then I realize, she’s not smiling at me.
She was laughing.
All of a sudden I was Brad Hamilton, delivering the catch of the day boxes, over to the guys at IBM.
Only, I wasn’t even wearing a Pirate Hat.
Guess I should’ve switched the rental car before exiting the terminal.
Florida. Never misses an opportunity to amuse me.