Well.... I had just started as a Developer - Consultant. All we have in the IT team is two Indian Aunties calling their children in the afternoon scolding them :o. This was my third week and I had a flight to catch at 6) Pm at La Guardia Airport (in the heart of NY). I planned for the traffic and left office at 3:30 changed and went to the parking lot to find my rental car with its bumper with a slight crack. As usual I got tensed and called my office admin asst for the insurance coverage on the car and he did not know. Now I did not take insurance on the car and was worried that I had to pay for the damage (god knows how much may be $3000).
I called up people informed the hotel security and they called the cops . The cop comes and lodges a report and asks me for an insurance number of the car. I do not know. He does not find it in the rental agreement.. Now it was getting really tense as I thought my license could be suspended for driving an uninsured car. But then I said I had to go to the airport and by the time I left the hotel parking lot it was 4:40 Pm. All my planning in the dumps now.
I go through these f***in streets with weird traffic diversions in NYC and miss the route as I could not understand the GPS. I am on the phone talking to my bro who tries to calm me down and I reach the Dollar rental office at the airport at 5:22 PM. They say “u aint got no coverage MAN, gonna cost u a lot” I thought I was screwed (still don’t now whether I am)……
They make me fill out a form and then have to wait for the freaking shuttle which arrives and the old chinku driver refuses to drop me off first even though the passengers were ok with it and starts giving me naseeyat :o I reach the Delta airlines check-in kiosk at 5:38 pM and swipe my card and the boarding pass does not print out. I go talk to an white lady who says “Can’t print out the boarding pass Sir since u r flight is leaving in less than half an hour”. She was being slightly racist and tells me with a heavy voice ”I don’t know how else to put it but the next flight is gonna be next morning and I have to pay $150”. I start “charchalu” with my office guy (Egyptian), he says “the hotels for tonight are really expensive BROOO … “Now I approach a Caribbean girl at another counter and she calls a black lady who finds a flight in the night direct to Houston (with $150 surcharge ) at JFK airport. Now I take a bus and rush to JFK and get on the flight and listen to music (to calm myself down) for 3 hours until I reach Houston.
Till today I don’t know whats up with the car insurance thing and do not want to find out…… Well I may look like a stupid writing down all this but then everyone will do things like these… Who cares…. Don’t give a DAMN.
Chao
