My mother and I are on a mini vacation at the moment, visiting a friend, and we had to rent a car (there was no getting around it, I swear). Unfortunately, my dad made the booking, and despite the fact that my mom said she wanted the smallest car in the lot, there was some miscommunication about whether this meant a compact or a sub-compact (I would’ve requested a hybrid or something from their Green Collection but by this point it was too late and none were available).
To make a long story short, we show up at Hertz, are handed a set of keys and make our way out to discover a ginormous SUV, a Chrysler Pacifica, in white of course. The words “Oh my GOD” came out of our mouths in unison as we gawked at the gas-guzzling monstrosity before us. We practically needed a set of ropes and carabiners to haul ourselves up into the seats, after which we were greeted with that “new car” (read: off-gas) smell. Yuck.
Driving around in this thing, I feel like I’m undoing every single change I’ve made so far. From now on, whenever I have to rent a car in the future, I’m making sure it’s a Prius or, at the very least, it’s as small and efficient as possible.