A testy bastard, at times.: Living the Life in New York

We rented a car on Saturday and headed onto Long Island. Tell you what tho..renting a car in New York is a far cry from renting a car anywhere else. They were mostly concerned with...nothing. They didn't ask for proof of insurance....they asked about it and when I said.."oh, I have the docs here in my phone'...naaww, that's fine. We needed Jenn to be our driver and for that they needed a charge card for her as well as mine...she says nope..I just have my ATM card..."okay, that'll be fine". Now...we were the only non-Afro-Americans in the there, so maybe they just wanted us gone, but it was great! Car was shit...filthy headlines..either blood or coffee all over it..and trunk didn't lock, as we discovered later. No harm, no foul. So...off to Fire Island we went. It's an hours drive to the ferry and after getting parked..we had 45 minutes to wait so into Nick's Clam bar...