I get around.
Because of this, I have decided to do my business in rental cars. I would rather put 50,000 miles on someone else's car every year, especially when my company more-or-less pays for it.
But the fun thing with rental cars is you never know what you're going to get.
I rent from one place exclusively, and they never seem to have any cars with Idaho plates. I always end up driving a car that says I'm from Colorado, Washington, California, etc.
This last week, my SUV hailed from Alberta, Canada. It smelled of maple syrup and the gauges were set to Kilometers per hour. It took some time getting used to, but it was a good car.
Fast forward to the end of my trip. I spent the week in the Missoula area of Montana, enjoying good beer and good accommodations. I decided to take the 'shortcut' home, driving through a ski resort and through a small town in Idaho called Salmon.
Salmon's a teeny tiny town, and is known as the birthplace of Sacajawea. Yaaaay. Anyway, I stopped there to get gas and lunch, and was heading back to my car, when...
I told him to fuck off.
He got upset. "Excuse me??"
I repeated myself. "I'm not from Canada, now fuck off."
He was downright angry. "But your car says..."
"This is a rental car. I'm from Idaho Falls, now pull your head out of your ass, go mind your own damn business, and fuck off."
Needless to say, I had a fun week and wasn't in the mood. This guy was about 7" taller than me, but I wasn't about to back down. Luckily, he did.
But seriously... what's up with these people??