Happy Birthday, Stranger (in a Strange and Happy Land) [CAW Entry] - Sex Stories

Happy Birthday, Stranger (in a Strange and Happy Land) [CAW Entry]

... Now I was sitting next to one, I wondered if this was her job paying her way through college. The US was very primitive in many ways, paying for college was one of those quaint colonial customs. In the Enterprise office, there were several other babes, all very friendly as American service workers are wont to be. The girl handling my reservation was cute and bubbly, but she had a bit of difficulty with my British drivers licence, one of the pink folded paper ones, with no picture. When I pointed to my birthday, she said, "But there aren't thirteen months in a year." What? That was a weird comment, I looked: 13/1/1968, my birthday in January. That's one of those things you get used to traveling in the states, writing the date. "The British write dates with the day first, January thirteenth, it's my birthday Sunday." The babe sitting next to her interrupted her typing to say, "That's my birthday as well." "What a coincidence, it's mine as well. Congratulations for Sunday." No one seemed to notice the joke, but they carried on working on their computers. Eventually I had the keys for a 'Beretta' whatever that was, I assumed it wasn't James Bond's favorite gun. As I mentioned the US has a lot of cars Europe doesn't. The Beretta turned out to be some stodgy enormous boat, typical of American cars. It wasn't quite what I was expecting, the ad had said the $9.99 was for a Geo Metro. I was pretty sure that was the same thing as a Suzuki Swift which I'd been considering buying back ...

... home, that would have been more my style than the usual enormous thing Americans go for. Only this car didn't go. I turned the key and it clicked, nothing else. Dead battery would be my guess. I got out and went back to the office to sort this out. That's when I noticed a white MX-5 with its top down parked just next to the office. That seemed like the perfect car for Southern California. So when they'd apologised for the dead car and offered me a "Camaro" instead, (whatever that was), I asked about the MX-5. Blank looks. "The little white convertible." "Oh, you mean the 'Miata'?" Seems like Mazda called cars different things in different parts of the world. "That's fifty one bucks a day." I was considering if an extra $41 times three days was worth it, when the other girl, the one who shared my birthday said, "I'm sure we could do the special on that one as well." And they did, I got the Miata for $9.99 a day, nice birthday present I though. I thanked both girls effusively and wished the one a happy birthday again, and drove off. This car started without hassle. All that had taken longer than I'd expected, it was now past two in the afternoon, and I hadn't had lunch. I'd noticed a sign for "Denny's" just across the road so I headed to that. Before anyone in the audience laughs at that, Denny's is a novelty for me, we don't have places like that in Europe. This is eating what the average American will eat, it's a cultural experience. — I'd parked and was just getting out of the ...