The eyes of Texas are upon you.
It's 100 degrees here in the metroplex.
I melt into the leather seats of the rented Ford Taurus. The whiny Hertz "Neverlost" navigation system slowly messing with me. "Turn left now" "Turn left now" "Turn left now". I turn right just to see how the system will compensate. It starts making a whirring noise and shuts down. Oh god. I am so lost. So so lost.
The Loss Damage Waiver releases me from all obligations of ever needing to return the car in one piece. I never understood why they do this... if I return the car in one piece, thirty minutes late, then they bill me $50 for an extra day.... but if I bring in a piece of the car's twisted fender, a burnt hubcap or a crazy story about how the vehicle was stripped by bandits, then it's all gratis.
Dallas has been taken over with NBA finals madness. It's great. The energy fills the town like a rental car on fire in the night. A rental car on fire...
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