We rented a car during our trip to Kentucky.   If you do not already know this, here’s a good car renting tip:  There are VERY few economy cars in a rental fleet.  No one rents them, so the companies do not really buy them.  Chances are if you book one in advance by the time you get to the counter the one or two they have will be out and you’ll get a free upgrade.
Unless, of course, you really need a bigger car but are too cheap / poor to upgrade yourself and pay the extra cash.

At the Nashville Airport, for the first time in my career as a traveller and car renter-er I was not upgraded.  They actually sent us out the door with an Economy. It was fair, I’m not really complaining.  They were nice about it.  According to the guy behind the counter they had “saved” it for us.

Having never actually driven an Economy car I was unprepared for the acrobatics it would take to pack ALL of the baby shit in it and then the surprise of the absolute lack of engineering in the vehicle.  It was, essentially, a glorified golf cart.  For real.  I’m surprised it didn’t come with a set of clubs.  Not that they would fit.

We were coming out of lunch at the local shit mall and I was lamenting our luck and discussing the finer points of the crappy ass vecicle with my brother-in-law.  Just as I finish my rant and older gentleman comes up, all Southern like, and says:

“Oh, how to you like your Aveo?”

Rob, matching the man’s Southern grace, “Oh, it is nice, it is just not well suited for our needs.  It’s a rental and we are traveling with a baby.”

While this conversation goes on my brother-in-law is elbowing me in the ribs whispering - “Go on, tell him what you really think.”

I kick in all twangy like, “Actually, it’s a piece of crap.  A lawn mower with a body.”

“Oh, well me and the wife just bought one, we thought it was great.” whispers the old man.

Ladies - never listen to your brother-in-law.  He knows you are from the North and that you have no social graces.  He does not have your best interest at heart.  He wants to laugh at you.

Someone just shoot me.

We get in the car and Rob says, “In the South you have to learn to say something but not really say anything”.

For crying in the beers.  Give me New York any day.