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I had just come from a family friend's place in Virginia Beach, so it wasn't a long bus ride to the airport where I had gone and stood in the painfully long line for the rental cars. Finally, after what had seemed like an eternity of checking my watch every fifteen seconds, I was beckoned up to the counter. Admittedly, the lady was nice enough. Grace, i think her name was. I didn't pay too much attention to her name badge. I was almost running late.
Today, of course, was the day I had planned to pick up a few fellow members of the Star Wars role-play site I frequent, and we were going to road trip south to Florida for a convention of sorts. A few of the gang I have had a fair amount of time with; Ben, I'd spent too long on Skype with him, a few video chats too. Pureblood-Sin, honestly, I wouldn't have been able to tell him any different from Grace at the rental counter. Never met him before, and had spoken all of three words to him. Flamjetxx; similar, although I actually had a bit to do with him on the site. Last but not least; Tristar. All i knew about him was that he was from Malaysia - or lived there - or something.
"Can I help you?" She asked nicely, hint of a southern drawl present. I couldn't help but smile. In Australia we often crack bad jokes about Americans and southern accents, but it was nice to be reminded that its actually a good thing - not something to hear, and need to run away from being shot by some toothless goon with a double-barrel shotgun.
"G'day, just here to pick up a rental, thanks," I slid my Australian Drivers license, passport and credit card across the counter. Sue me, I had done this rodeo before and didn't feel like wasting time.
"Are you English?" It was an earnest question. I couldn't fault her too much. We were only seventeen thousand kilometres apart, sounded completely different and my passport had the word Australia written on the front of it.
"Aussie, actually," she had efficaciously filled out the required paperwork and slid a piece of paper to me that I signed while she abused my credit card with exhorbinant charges for crap that I'd never need. Promptly after I returned the paper and pen to her, I was given my details and a car key. Mystery deals online were always risky. I could think of nothing worse than sitting with a four other guys, all of whom i might not get along with, and be spending the next ten or so hours cramped in a pissy little hatchback. Luckily, I was given a key that looked like it belonged to something far more justifiable considering the amount I had paid for the car.
I thanked Grace, grabbed my stuff and slipped it into my backpack, and set about aiming for the arrivals area. As I neared it I mumbled to myself softly, "God I hope no one brought like four bags… If this is a Hyundai Getz we're so screwed."
Having confirmed that I was definitely in the right place, and checked the conveniently arriving four planes I had to watch out for - all arriving within 5 minutes of one another - I bravely pulled out a folded up piece of A3 card which I had meticulously adorned using a sharpie permanent marker.
I chuckled at what I thought was the funniest thing I had heard all day and held up the sign, "Let's see how well this works."
What I had written? SWRP Nerds.
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