e. e. cunnings
(Poetry Pending)


That is the passage from my RESERVATION agreement the Budget agent quoted back to me when he told me the truck I was going to pick up in four hours did not exist. Nor does any truck of any size in the entire New York City area.
This is like the scene from Seinfeld where he complains about a car rental place taking reservations but not actually having the car, except I didn’t get a different car on the lot and it was not nearly as funny and also with me yelling “LIVID” into the phone and calmly saying “In all seriousness, I urge you to go fuck yourself” to strangers.
Also, I ended the phone call with a “good day.” and then kinda rolled my eyes at myself.