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| - dear aaron,
just wanted to say thank you for starting our desert vacay off right.
do you remember us? the two hyper little chinese girls who reserved a chevy aveo but wanted to upgrade to a mustang? you said you had one available and could hook it up. we got super excited and asked if you had a convertible. you made a couple calls downstairs to the garage, and wait... what? there's one available? yessss, we'll take it!
then, as we went downstairs with our paper work to pick up our car, who else was there to meet us but you? now that we think about it, if no one was down there, who were you making those calls to?
no matter, because you hooked it up with a convertible. you promptly gave us our keys, and...
wait, what?
A CHRYSLER SEBRING?
A F-ING CHRYSLER SEBRING? YOU SLY LITTLE SALESGUY YOU! what kinda bet did you win with your coworkers for renting out a chrysler sebring to people under the age of 60, huh? ey, whatever you got from it, you better shoot us some!
man. hil-fuckin-larious. i guess we're already acting like dbags, why not just douche it out to the max with a black convertible chrysler sebring? in the desert? thank you for not sticking us with the leather seats, btw.
you got us all set up with our top down ready to go. you said to just show the yellow slip to the guy at the booth and he'll let us out. when we rolled up to the booth, you came running over! YOU are the guy at the booth! you're fuckin' amazing, you ONE MAN SHOW, you!
dude, you had us cracking up. thanks for the free bottles of water. even though you just pulled them out from the fridge, they were warm-ish, but we're not complaining. i mean, we're in a con-verrrrr-tible!!
(by this point we were so hyper that we were singing "we're in a con-verrrrr-tible" to t-pain's "i like the barr-rrr-tender")
sorry we didnt come through to your bbq with your coworkers the next day.
wait...
did you invite us just so you can prove that you rented out the company joke!? HAHA!
love,
helen and carolyn.
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