The guy on the desk said I could choose any of the cars in Area 1. Excellent! Hopefully, there’ll be a Chrysler. I’ve seen a lot of them around and it’s a model that can be bought in the UK and I think they look pretty cool.
I turned the corner and into Area 1. A shiny white Chrysler was there! It was the only car there. It also had a couple putting their luggage into the trunk.
After a short wait another car was left by the staff ready for pick up. It wasn’t a Chrysler. Should I hold ou for another chance at a Chrysler? Hmm, no. I’ve got a 130 mile drive back to Palm Springs and I only really have the car for a week or so. I’ll take it.
It’s a Dodge Caliber. It’s red. I get in and set up all of my stuff: seat position, mirrors, sat nav, Jesus picture, Alfredo Garcia ornament, ipod. I catch sight of the car in the reflection of a shiny car in Area 2. It dawns on me: I’m sat in a car trying to do an impression of the car with no name.
It is the same and yet different. Like a police sketch artists impression of a suspect. It seems to want to be the new car with no name. But it already has a name…The Impostor.