It was a dark and stormy night in Ottawa. I had been incommunicado for 24 hours, but I was finally ready to make my move.
There was only one problem. I needed a car. Do you know how difficult it is to rent a car in Canada when you're not Canadian? I was a stranger in a strange land.
As I sat at the counter at the rental car company, trying to explain why I needed to take a car from Canada to some unknown location, the poor woman behind the counter was bewildered.
"But, ma'am... I can't rent you a car unless you tell me where you are taking it."
Seriously? She obviously didn't understand the gravity of my situation. If I told her where I was taking the car, Nicky could trace my movements. I'd be better off catching a ride with aliens for all the progress I was making.
That was it! It had to be aliens! Well, maybe not that kind of alien. I just needed to find another American willing to take me over the border.
To be continued...
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Will Boom Boom find a ride? Check in tomorrow to find out. In the meantime, check in with Nicky over at We Work for Cheese to see who else is participating today in "30 Minus 2 Days of Writing."
