Let me tell you a story about a girl who didn't have a major credit card.
Crazy. I know. But I have never needed one!
One time I opened one up for Old Navy when I was 18... And that turned out great. NOT. I mean, it was great for my 18 year old poor self who liked to go clothes shopping, but not for my credit.
So, I just haven't had one since then, as I don't trust that 18 year old clothes whore that still lives inside of me. And I still survive in 2012. TADA!
Until.... All of the rental car companies decided to gang up on me this week.
Yes. I have rented MANY a rental car before. I travel for work at least once every two months. Have I ever had issues picking up my rental car? nope.
But long story short, I did this time around. Avis. Yea I said it. Your policies are ridiculous. Please get on that.
On Wednesday I flew into Atlanta, because I had to work at my corporate office on Thursday. I was turned down for my ALREADY PAID FOR rental car, because I didn't have a major credit card. Even though the card that paid for the car was a major credit card. Yes. You can imagine my
crying, heaving, begging, yelling dismay. So, the ever loving Jarred Bone showed up to my rescue (with this super hot gf) and saved my day. He is the sugar daddy of all sugar daddies.
Then, I of course called the next rental car company that I was going to be renting from the following day (long story) and confirmed that I would be OK, even though the jokers I had dealt with the day prior ruined my life. They said "of course! you are good to go!"
I show up. They won't give me my car.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD?!?!?!?!
a full on melt down complete with snot and drool some thoughtful prayer and mediation, I went crying to an angel over at Alamo rental cars. Leleila. Yes you read that correctly. Not Leila. Not Lila. But Leleila. She calmed me down. Got me a drink of water (seriously... she did). And hooked me up.
Now how Leleila can hook me up, and all the other jokers couldn't? I still have no idea. But I do know that I literally hugged her three times. Wrote her the most emotional customer appreciation card, and praised the very ground she walks on at Alamo.com's survey site. And I meant ever word of it.
Oh yea. And I forgot to pack both my freshly washed and folded pants and shorts, so I wore the red pants I donned at the airport, for the entire 5 days. Niiiiiiiiice.
So all that to say, I drove to Charleston, SC. In a rental car. To spend the weekend with my big sister, who is amazing and I love her. We got to chat about her upcoming wedding on OCTOBER 6TH (aaaaaah!!!) and we got to just hang out and be sisters. It was so refreshing and I would have dealt with a MILLION more jokers in order to spend that time with her. It was priceless.
She even had this sweet little care package next to my bed, and the lovely cheese plate and wine below waiting when I pulled into her drive at 2am on Friday morning. She is the freakin' hostess with the mostess.
Yup. She is the cutest. I read your mind. We hung out at the house a lot in our PJs, shaking from too much Dunkin Donuts (I introduced her to blueberry and pumpkin flavorings... DELISH) and we caught up on old parenthood episodes. I mean. I think I put a bra on once. It was a dream.
We also got to spend some time at the beach, which is a rarity for me, and I really enjoyed it.
|Check out the dolphin in the background! They swam right into the cove to say hello to us. We saw them scram feed. It was AMAZING.|
|This is my precious nephew, Floyd. He is the sweetest.|
And I even got to go to one of their showers that their AWESOME friends threw on Friday night. The fun level of this shower got me SO PUMPED for the wedding festivities. It may or may not be out of control. Heavy on the "may" side.
|Ben and Lindsay - The groom and bride to be!|
Thank you, Linds, for being the best big sister in the world. And for being the most incredible host.
If she let's me... I just might share some photos from around the BEAUTIFUL home her and Ben share in Charleston. I mean, I am a little hesitant, because you will be like "why do we read Maddie's blog? Lindsay is the true THRIFTARY!"
If you promise not to say that, I will show you.