The last time I hired a car it nearly killed me. This is because Avis Geneva, in its infinite wisdom, issued me with a 4×4 and waved me off to a ski resort cheerily insisting that the great hulking thing had snow tyres and that as such I should feel free to climb every mountain, ford every stream, etc. Till you slip over the edge and plunge to your death, it should have added. Because it didn’t have snow tyres at all. And 4×4 + normal tyres + sheet ice = unstoppable death trap. I know Avis is hoping I’ll forget about this, but weirdly enough I remain intrigued by the process that led to me hurtling towards the edge of a precipice and only crashing non-fatally because a car coming up the mountain put itself in the way of my death plunge trajectory.
I’ve rung Avis several times to complain but got nowhere.
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