Plane, train, tube, taxi … you can sit back and enjoy the ride. No steering. It’s all out of your control. But the drive back to the airport? It’s only 55 miles, so I’d booked a Class A car, the smallest in the Hertz range.
So when I picked up the keys from the building’s reception on Friday morning, what did I find? Class A could have been a Ford Ka, or a Fiat Panda. (I’ve been booking Class A cars for the last few months in a bid to get to drive a Ka, but have ended up with a selection of dud Pandas and the odd Ford Focus.)
Would my dream be fulfilled today?
I walked out the car park, scanned the licence plates until I found the number on the key fob. Class A today = a stonking big Vauxhall Vectra. Some how they’d skipped from A up to D, and delivered a tank.
The dream continues. However, to make up for the disappointment, moving through Stansted airport at 3 o’clock in the afternoon was a delight compared to previous experiences. Air Berlin were even on time, and I got a snooze as it flapped its wings back to St George’s Belfast City Airport.