Kates Journal

So.

We rented a van. Or more accurately, we said “we want a pickup this weekend”, they said okay, and reserved one for us.

Then when Nikki went to pick it up, no pickup, would we like a seven-seater foldy-downy-seats big car. Uh, “no”, not unless they want it back all nicely greased.

Then…. after much complaining they sourced a brand spanking new shiny van.

Only…. we’re not allowed to get the back of it dirty?!

What kind of fucking van is this? A feather transporter? Who are these people?

Gaaaaah.