I was in France last week. This week I are mostly in Texas.
In France: the shuttle bus driver drops you off in the rain at one of three rental car stops, claiming not to know where one of the seven rental outlets is. Like he doesn’t drive past all of the signs every fifteen minutes for 40 hours a week.
In Houston: the shuttle bus driver waits for you at the stop and comes back into the bus to chat. You pick up tips on how to choose a car judging by the money the car salesman has spent on his shoes and watch. He wishes you a prosperous and enjoyable trip, and talks about the weather. His name is Maurice.