I sent the message through the Relay Rides system Monday evening to the renter. If I was more organized or worked harder I probably wouldn’t of waited this long. I’m freaking busy raising a baby in addition to all of this other crap. If I really, really wanted to get a hold of him I could send a text directly to his cell phone. I could even call, but hey I haven’t reached out this whole time to him.
Tuesday night rolls around and Rebecca comes downstairs. I’m trapped like a rat in the cage. There is no exit except the stairs and even if I could run away I don’t have a car to run off too. So I tell her the story at least how I remember it happening.
I explained that during the course of talking about these things about wanting to get the car back earlier made it easier for me to say yes. We had a gentleman’s agreement to get it back earlier. I know I was playing with my pricing structure and he potentially if he would of rebooked the trip it would of cost him more. Well I don’t think he’s an idiot so I kept the reservation. It was going to be record length trip and the highest paying trip. I’m also excited about the idea of not having to do any of these damn deliveries. I also have a super secret plan that I’m not telling Rebecca about. I said I can go back and look but right now it really doesn’t matter because we have a legally binding agreement that says he has the car until Thursday 2:00 theoretically he can show up at DIA at 2:00 on Thursday. Rebecca is super big on legal contracts and I am as well. (another blog post)
I told her I think he is actually in or flying to California and driving one of his cars back here. This dude is racking up frequent flyer miles. I think he’s gone from Hawaii to NCY, NYC to Denver, Denver to who the hell knows in Cali to driving back here. I’ve driven that stretch of I-70 and I-15 seven out of the last ten years on my World Series of Poker adventures. It is beautiful country, but a hellish drive. Cell phone coverage sucks in a lot of spots. I also think it has the longest stretch of Interstate highway without a gas station. Marc Brown has a hellish hotel story from some town in Utah. I told her if he is driving there is nothing I can do plus hell maybe it was Wednesday.
Since I am the King of Empathy I told Rebecca that I know exactly what you are feeling and thinking. Here is what you are thinking and probably in order
1) So you’re thinking that the car could come back Thursday afternoon. That means that you have to take an Uber Wednesday morning you are stuck at work all day and don’t get to see Hope at lunch. Then you have to take an uber back home Wednesday and this process happens again on Thursday. However you can have either the car back or likely me and Hope bringing you back home Thursday night. So that will be fun.
2) Your think so you get the car on Thursday afternoon … WTF. Why do I even bother to get it back now. The workweek is almost over. My husband is an idiot. Exactly what you didn’t want to happen just happened. Yes Rebecca you are also correct that you have no car Monday or Tuesday next week.
3) You are also super pissed off and think that I’m an idiot and that this is also costing us money. It is costing us money. It is $15 each way to work. That costs $30. Almost 95% of our rentals have been $25 per day or less. This doesn’t even include the Relay Rides cut. I know Rebecca is thinking that I’m almost deliberately trying to piss her off and be a financial moron at the same time. I need to write a blog about game theory and my pricing model.
Rebecca is amazed at how well I can read her mind, “Like I said I am the King of Empathy.” This has all been worth it. WE CLOSED OUT THE MONTH ON A COMMA.
Tomorrow – I find the car and the king of empathy figures out the retrieval.