In a past incarnation I had a job working for a well known car rental company, name withheld to protect the innocent. I was working night shifts in an airport; my job was to do a final check over of the cars to be rented out and fill out documents with customer and handover keys. A flight landed and I was expecting 3 passengers to be collecting their booked cars.
It was a bitterly cold night and the lighting near the car parking bays was not working properly, I dashed round ticking the boxes on the check out form. The cars were parked with the rear end up against a wall. In reality I didn’t check anything other than the petrol gauge but each form had the requisite 20 ticks in the appropriate boxes.
The first passenger a single man was in a hurry and dashed off once I had processed the paperwork only to dash back in saying the car had no rear window!!! Fortunately the second passenger did not arrive, so I gave the car to the windowless man. The last couple drove away and I returned to my desk and was about to go for a coffee when the ‘phone rang. It was a hysterical woman squealing down the line. I couldn’t understand her, eventually a man came on the line. “We have just tried to put our bloody luggage in the boot and there is a dead dog in it!!!!”
On checking the details of previous renter I discovered he was a vet.
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