2nd rookie mistake
Alarm clock by the bed actually had the right time.
Turns out, it didn’t.
So I got up at what I thought was 8. I mean, it looked like 8am. There was sun and it was hot outside on the balcony and so I went down stairs in search of a map.
Now one thing a casino does not have is a lot of clocks. In fact, there are none. For a reason. Time here is different.
I found a map, talked to a grumpy conseirge and found out my rental car was not within walking distance.
So back up I went and phoned enterprise. Hey, they pick you up. They said they would be there at 9.
I said awesome and looked at the alarm clock. It was 8:50. So down I rushed, checked out and raced to the entrance which is, in fact, the loading dock.
And I waited. It must have been a good half hour but without a watch (note to self, remember to wear a watch on vacation,) I was wondering what the hell had happened. Had he got lost, had he gone to a different part of the building.
So I waited and waited and finally went back inside to make a call. I found a pay phone, not the easiest thing in the world and then bought a water so I could get change and phoned enterprise.
Seems it was 8:43 by their clock.
Sure enough, when I got out my laptop, it was 8:43. OMG. No wonder check out was uber fast, it must have been 7:30. Maybe even earlier.
However, a nice car pulled up driven by a pretty girl just a little after 9. She asked if I was me and I said I was and in I got.
Turned out the car was a Chevrolet 300. White. Fancy interior. AC so cold you could store meat.
On the way back to enterprise, I had a nice chat with the girl who had just moved to Vegas from California. I was my best Kanadian friendly and got her talking about the people (who she thought weren’t a friendly due to the transient nature of the city), about the housing prices and recession (though her husband is a CPA which makes him a lot more immune to the downturns than most) and I even found out she has family in Victoria of all places. She said she’d love to retire there someday. Hahaha.
Anyway, I have no idea why I was all chatty but I was.
Filled out the paperwork and took off in my zoomie car. Ok, not quite. At least in my mind that’s what happened.
The truth was a little different.
Answer: “What is a pretty girl.” Question: “Why was Joe all chatty?”