As I set out, following the directions I received from Google Maps, I thought to myself, "Who would place a car rental agency on top of a mountain in the forest?"
The answer, Google Maps, is NOBODY!
After I finally managed to get my '92 Plymouth with 300,000 miles on it down off the mountain you stuck me on — luckily without the breaks going out or the wheel falling off (both distinct possibilities — why do you think I was trying to rent a car in the first place?), I stopped to ask for directions from a little old mountain lady on a porch.
You know what? HER directions were correct.
You owe me a tank of gas and about six gray hairs, idiots!
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