K and I made a car reservation. Her, me, and a two-door itty bitty piece of metal on wheels. There's something ridiculously thrilling about being able to write down the reservation number. We printed out the form, copied it on a piece of paper, double-checked to be sure I got the confirmation email, and then each wrote down the information in our planners. Do you think we're going to lose it?
The funny thing is that we made the reservation online. They give you all the information in a five-step process, but we wanted to be sure of certain things (that we would have unlimited mileage, that I would be able to drive since I'm under 25, etc). So we kept advancing in the steps. When we got to the step that asked for name/email address, we entered a random name (Johnny B. Good, as a matter of fact) and a random email address (johnnybgood@hotmail.com, of course) and clicked to go on to the next page. The next page said, "Thank you for your reservation, Johnny B. Good! You will receive an email confirming your request..." So somewhere out there johnnybgood@hotmail.com just reserved a 2-door economy car for one week.
We restarted the whole process again. With, naturally, the same dates, times, and other info as Johnny B. Good had selected. I received the email a few minutes later to my address. I'm wondering if the people over at Thrifty Rent-a-car are going to catch on.
In other news...God works in mysterious ways. Or some Higher Power works in mysterious ways. Or the world just does it on its own.
I had been stressing about my trip out of town this weekend because it would mean I would miss my Arabic class (on Saturday mornings). So much happens in that short, two-hour span that I feared falling behind. However, in the interest of everyone else involved in the trip, I went ahead and made early morning train reservations and decided to just skip the class and suffer the consequences later. Turns out, I received a phone call from the school office today and THE CLASS IS CANCELLED TOMORROW. Perfection. Absolute perfection.
Spring break starts in four hours. I'm off to my last four hours of class for the next two weeks. Smile, kids.
***editorial note: I realize that my having discussed the rental process and then spring break would lead any normal person to believe that I was renting the car for spring break. But no, no...the rental is for May. Just had to clarify.
Hey! Thanks for the car!
Enjoy your trip!