I was sitting in the airport last Friday, waiting on a much-delayed plane to Michigan, when Mark texted me something about the “most expensive 1/2 tank of gas ever.”
Um, yeah, I don’t think so.
Granted, the gas station was a little farther from the airport than I would have liked. It’s always a constant guessing game of whether or not their is a gas station right by the airport. But 9.73 gallons? Not on your life.
Can you say “JOYRIDE?”
Or perhaps a reservation mix-up the customer service rep replied when I promptly called to inform him that I had filled up the tank 17.9 miles from the airport (yes, I Google mapped the distance).
Thankfully, I can send a copy of the receipt and get the matter cleared up – hopefully quickly.
But thank you for the heart attack Hertz – both mine and hubbies.
Plus, can I just say that it’s ridiculous to charge people $10 a gallon for gas. That should be illegal.