In general, I really enjoy travelling. I don't even mind doing it every week. I love getting to see different parts of the country, and hopefully I'll eventually be able to travel the globe for work as well. Unfortunately, there are people who can invoke the precisely opposite feeling. My trip to Sacramento on Sunday evening involved three such people. The night began the same as any other Sunday night had for the past two months, with me driving to the airport, going through security, and getting on the plane. The plane was hot and stuffy, and grew ever more uncomfortable as passengers boarded. Eventually, a man and his son appeared; they had the seats next to me. I had the aisle seat, so I got up to let them in. The father then proceeds to redirect all of the A/C nozzles at him and his son, including mine. He also shut off my reading lamp. I waited a few minutes and then returned the apparatuses to their original states. Luckily, the man slept through most of the flight, so I wasn't bothered any further. Later, as I was waiting for the rental car bus along with fifteen or so other people, a kid and his dad decided it would be a swell time to light up cigarettes. Right there in the middle of everyone. Lucky us.
I was in for some luck that evening, however. It would appear that the rental car gods finally decided to shine on me. This week Hertz gave me a Mustang. Of course I would have preferred the 350Z that they gave out on occasion in Tucson, but at least it's not the terrible HHR that I have been getting recently. This is the first time in quite a while that I've driven a sports car, and it's a pleasant experience. I'm actually toying with the idea of getting something similar for myself. I've currently got my eye on the next-gen Camaro. At any rate, I won't be looking to buy a new car for at least a year. My Civic still serves me well, and I'm saving up for a place to live before I start worrying about new wheels.