Groundhog Day has arrived, every time I arrive in the US of A and hire a car/van/bus/artic I freeze with fear as the jolly car hire rep, after signing me up to everything, gleefully announces she is upgrading me. My joy is not visible as I would be more at home with a mini than the Acronym that awaits me. We finally find the family bus and then the fun starts like the last time and the time before. The automatic lever that replaces my old bud the gear stick always fills me with the heebeegeebees and this time no different. Passengers and luggage in and ready for takeoff....key turned good and lever placed to R. We go back an inch and no further to quote me old mucker Peatloaf I am all revved up with somewhere to go. Sweat pouring, swearing in overdrive I bang my hands on the wheel and exclaim why is it always me. At this point Thing 2 who has never driven in her nelly puff asks me if I am pressing brake at same time and I suddenly realise it is my two foot soft shuffle that is preventing us moving and when ignoring the brake we glide smoothly back. The journey to hotel is not the quickest and I sheepishly look in the rear mirror at Thing 1 and 2 who seem to be enjoying my pain or are maybe just smiling at the Orlando landscape. We arrive safely......
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