That up-selling SOB at the Nashville airport Enterprise really got me good. He walked me past the red Mustang convertible, on my way to what was probably a Chevy Malibu, and said, “You know, for $10 more a day, I can put you in that Mustang.” I’m not ashamed to say that literally without hesitation, I said, “Okay, let’s do it.” I don’t think I’ve ever had more fun driving in all my life.

That up-selling SOB at the Nashville airport Enterprise really got me good. He walked me past the red Mustang convertible, on my way to what was probably a Chevy Malibu, and said, “You know, for $10 more a day, I can put you in that Mustang.” I’m not ashamed to say that literally without hesitation, I said, “Okay, let’s do it.” I don’t think I’ve ever had more fun driving in all my life.

21 September 2012 ·

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  1. mikeysbodega said: I know the feeling. I ended up in that exact same car on a trip to San Diego after initially reserving a Sonata. No regrets!
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