Comic-Con Day 1B: I've been super-sized!

So I get to San Diego, my itinerary and stuff in-hand. I head over to get a car, ‘cause I’m the late arrival to the show. I needed to get stuff printed up and all that.

I had reserved a Jalopy 7000, the cheapest thing they had so I could get around. Problem was, I got off the shuttle thing too early cause I’m a bonehead and I ended up at the executive lot instead. I did feel special for about five seconds. The guy inside tells me where the main office is, but the Hertz place is jammed with a four-hour wait to get a car. Freaking convention—there’s something like 124,000 EXTRA people in San Diego. And they’re all in line in front of me.

The agent dude tells me he can hook me up if I agree to an upgrade. My shields are UP at this point, but I ask what he had in mind. He says: “You’re tall. You need a 350Z.” Oh man, here we go—he’s gonna try to hard sell me on something I know I can’t afford. And I’ll have to wait in lines that would make Disneyland blush.

Then he says it’s just $18 a day more! SWEET! That’s the price of a gallon of gas in California these days. And, for the record, a 6’5” 210lb man fits nicely inside a 350Z. Here’s a pic of the car!