It's not that I hated the car, it was very nice, but it was just too flashy for me. I felt awkward driving it, knowing it wasn't my car and the constant attention. I was just fine in my old beat-up truck but also happy I wasn't driving it today in this downpour. The whole way to the airport, large drops of rain slammed hard into the windshield. I couldn't deny the way the higher-end cars were constructed and handled. Even with the relentless rain, the cabin stayed quiet and peaceful.

"Are you flying out, Sir? The gentleman asked when I pulled the car up to the valet.

"No, I'm...