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How many of you, upon reading this post, do not know that you must have a major credit card to rent a car?
If you were unaware of this little piece of trivia, please sign the comments section at the end of this post.
I'm sure the rest of you can see where this is going... Yes, we're back to square one on the matter of how to get to the baby shower. My mom and her boyfriend left for Ellensburg this morning, and I expected them to return with a vehicle big enough for four people. They pulled up to the house in the same Toyota pickup that they were driving when they left.
My mom came in the house bummed out because she didn't know that you have to have a major credit card and proof of full-coverage insurance to rent a car. I didn't know you had to have your own insurance, but when she announced her plans to rent a car I assumed that her boyfriend had a credit card. I assumed that she knew what she was doing.
After they arrived back home I said that D could go and I would stay home by myself. Mom was planning on heading over pretty early, so when she and her boyfriend were still holed up in the bedroom twenty minutes later, I asked what was going on.
"Oh, we're just trying to decide whether or not to take D. It's pretty cramped in the front seat of that truck."
D weighs 96 pounds. She doesn't take up much space. I don't even know why it would be a question, except that my mother is being selfish. A is going to be thrilled that, not only are D and I unable to come to the shower, mom is bringing her creepy boyfriend when he wasn't invited.
