I have the Vegas thing down to a science: reserve the flight more than 14 days in advance, pack light and don’t check a bag, be a member of the rental car express plan, and ask for a quiet room away from the elevators.
Today, I breezed past the twisty line 30 people deep at Dollar rental car (easily an hour wait….I’ve done it before) to the Express member line on the car lot (zero line/zero wait.) Dollar has a lot attendant direct you to a specific car. He asks what kind you reserved, and if it’s available he gives it to you. I always reserve an economy car for a whopping $18 a day with the Express member discount. I never actually get el cheapo car due to my secret weapons.
“What kind of car do you want today sweetheart?” Jackson the parking lot attendant asked.
Clad in my hot pink terry cloth tracksuit (it’s 75 degrees, velour is out, terrycloth is in) I smiled at Jackson. “Oh…..I dunnoooo….whatever you want to upgrade me to!” meanwhile flipping hair, batting eyelashes…
Well, how ’bout this Ford Mustang right here. I don’t want you to have to drag that big bag of yours all the way across the lot.” Jackson replied, opening the door.
“Thank you!” In some cases…it’s stupid to act smart.
Boobs…they’re like coupons, but better!
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