I got to the teeny tiny airport terminal, retrieved the baggage, and signed for the rental car with no problem. The nice young man brought around the car, a small sedan, and had the windows open and the air conditioning going full blast. "How nice," I thought, "He wants to be sure that the car is cool." Yes, that is what I thought originally. Then, after I dropped my stuff at the hotel and got back in the car to tool around the town, I started to smell something...smoke. Hmm.
I opened the ashtray to plug in the cell phone charger, and I found the source of the smokey smell. There were no fewer than 40 cigarette butts. Seriously. I am loathe to complain about such issues; I rarely return food, ask for a different room at a hotel, or quibble about taxi fare. This was different, though. After about 10 minutes in the nasty car, I called the rental counter at the airport and reported the situation. The guys at the rental counter were very kind and offered me an upgrade if I returned to the airport. (They promised the new car would be clean and smoke-free.) So, after a nice dinner at an air-conditioned restaurant (did I mention it was hot?), I returned to the airport (only a 15-minute ride from the hotel). As a result of my
I came back to the hotel to find a sweet email from one of the folks I am interviewing, apologizing for not being more solicitous and offering to take me on a tour of local town. Okay, so maybe doing fieldwork is not so bad after all.