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So we had planned to visit the cemetery on Mother's Day. We don't have a car, so we haven't been able to get there for some years now.
My youngest sis, M, is the one who drives. Zipcar just recently opened up in our city. If you're not familiar with it, it's a car-sharing service/club. You join for a low monthly fee, they send you a keycard. The cars are stationed at various locations, usually on bus routes so you can get to them, and when you have one reserved you just go to it, use your keycard for access, and you're good to go.
Well, first problem: Friday M left her wallet at work. Her license was in it. Now she technically COULD drive without it, but it's not a good idea, especially in a rented car, just on the off chance that anything happened where she needed to show her ID. After many phone calls she was able to reach the security desk at the building and they said come in Saturday and we'll get you into your office (she works for the county). So on Saturday a sheriff's deputy let her into her office & yay, she got the wallet.
Today, Sunday, off she went to pick up the car. Gets there, it's a Prius. She's rented these before. This one, a message comes up saying put the car in park before starting. It WAS in park. Wouldn't start. She called Zipcar, he was no help. Sent her off toward a second car.
This one's in the area around a major hospital, in an area that's all fucked up due to construction of a new medical campus. CANNOT find the car. Oh, there's a car there, but it's not available because it's in an area that's too hard to get out of due to the construction. The one she's supposed to get is nowhere to be seen.
The guy at Zipcar is no help, he just keeps telling her it's such-and-such an address. She walked around for close to an hour trying to find it. Nada. Finally gave up and came home. She blew three hours trying to get this damn car just so we could go to the cemetery to visit our mom's grave. Sorry, Ma. We tried!
I admit I'm torn. I want to visit the cemetery--our dad and brother are buried there, too--but I also have severe anxiety in cars. I'm convinced we're going to have an accident and no amount of logic, reason or common sense will make that feeling go away. The only thing that helps is taking a book along and reading in the back seat while we drive, otherwise I stress out badly at every little thing. It's stupid, but there it is. So part of me is relieved, and the other part is pissed at Zipcar
My youngest sis, M, is the one who drives. Zipcar just recently opened up in our city. If you're not familiar with it, it's a car-sharing service/club. You join for a low monthly fee, they send you a keycard. The cars are stationed at various locations, usually on bus routes so you can get to them, and when you have one reserved you just go to it, use your keycard for access, and you're good to go.
Well, first problem: Friday M left her wallet at work. Her license was in it. Now she technically COULD drive without it, but it's not a good idea, especially in a rented car, just on the off chance that anything happened where she needed to show her ID. After many phone calls she was able to reach the security desk at the building and they said come in Saturday and we'll get you into your office (she works for the county). So on Saturday a sheriff's deputy let her into her office & yay, she got the wallet.
Today, Sunday, off she went to pick up the car. Gets there, it's a Prius. She's rented these before. This one, a message comes up saying put the car in park before starting. It WAS in park. Wouldn't start. She called Zipcar, he was no help. Sent her off toward a second car.
This one's in the area around a major hospital, in an area that's all fucked up due to construction of a new medical campus. CANNOT find the car. Oh, there's a car there, but it's not available because it's in an area that's too hard to get out of due to the construction. The one she's supposed to get is nowhere to be seen.
The guy at Zipcar is no help, he just keeps telling her it's such-and-such an address. She walked around for close to an hour trying to find it. Nada. Finally gave up and came home. She blew three hours trying to get this damn car just so we could go to the cemetery to visit our mom's grave. Sorry, Ma. We tried!
I admit I'm torn. I want to visit the cemetery--our dad and brother are buried there, too--but I also have severe anxiety in cars. I'm convinced we're going to have an accident and no amount of logic, reason or common sense will make that feeling go away. The only thing that helps is taking a book along and reading in the back seat while we drive, otherwise I stress out badly at every little thing. It's stupid, but there it is. So part of me is relieved, and the other part is pissed at Zipcar
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