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Our car had been in the shop for a while, due to an accident, and when it was ready I returned our rental car to the agency (whether car rental, insurance, or both, I wasn't clear), which was staffed by a big friendly guy with a Welsh accent and short sandy-blonde hair.
Back home, my brother Paul was visiting for some reason, and when we all got up in the morning, he went to drive home, and we heard his engine revving outside. And revving. And revving. I went outside to see what was wrong, and he was trying to disentangle his car from ours: apparently the early-morning garbage pickup guys, in the course of picking up a dumpster, had mistakenly snagged his car and dropped it on top of ours, which now needed to go back to the shop, and we needed to talk to the rental/insurance agency again.
I arrived just as the big friendly guy was greeting a group of high schoolers who were there for a field trip. It turned out they were all from Wales too, so they chatted about missing Wales.
He asked the kids "So what do you do when you're really pissed off and you're far from home?"
"Well, to tell the truth, we don't go down [from] Wales very much. What do you do?"
"I go to Utah a lot."
[It's difficult to imagine two places on Earth more dissimilar than Wales and Utah, but I'm just reporting what he said.]
Back home, my brother Paul was visiting for some reason, and when we all got up in the morning, he went to drive home, and we heard his engine revving outside. And revving. And revving. I went outside to see what was wrong, and he was trying to disentangle his car from ours: apparently the early-morning garbage pickup guys, in the course of picking up a dumpster, had mistakenly snagged his car and dropped it on top of ours, which now needed to go back to the shop, and we needed to talk to the rental/insurance agency again.
I arrived just as the big friendly guy was greeting a group of high schoolers who were there for a field trip. It turned out they were all from Wales too, so they chatted about missing Wales.
He asked the kids "So what do you do when you're really pissed off and you're far from home?"
"Well, to tell the truth, we don't go down [from] Wales very much. What do you do?"
"I go to Utah a lot."
[It's difficult to imagine two places on Earth more dissimilar than Wales and Utah, but I'm just reporting what he said.]