2017-05-21 Sun

Rental Cars

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For the first time that I can recall I have paid for a Parking Surcharge for a rental car.

No, I did not park and then drive off without paying. I have been charged for the privilege of picking up a car from a rental car company’s official lot in downtown Toronto, and returning the same car to the same lot not more than twenty-four hours later.

I have been renting cars from companies in downtown Toronto for five years now, and from other companies across Toronto and North America for about twenty-five years.

I made six telephone calls over three days to try to get to the bottom of this.

Turns out it is not a “Parking Surcharge” after all. It is a “Location fee”. That is, I am not paying part of the company’s rent, but I am paying part of the company’s rent, get it?

If I was a tad steamed about having to pay some of their offices expenses, I was even more steamed about having to make six phone calls and to be told by three different clerks that “Our Computers shouldn’t be printing that”.

Anyway, I have served notice, or as we say in French “avis”, on myself not to use that company again.

Observations

Construction continues. My last direct sunlight is being blocked off as I type. I used to be able to see the building across the other side of Yonge Street. It disappeared this week as the second condominium tower rose floor by grey concrete floor.

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However, I do get bright sunlight indirectly at short moments of the day.

Immediately to the north of me is a building on Wellesley Street whose face is aligned on a nominal forty-five degree angle to the street grid. In the early morning, the sun streams in from the east, hits the 45º face, and bounces South through my north-facing window. So far so good.

The sunlight travels past me as I sit on my couch facing north, minding my own business and reading the paper, and hits the four-foot square mirror I screwed across my kitchen-serving nook. The mirror, like me, faces North.

The sunlight now heads North again, and neatly illuminates my newspaper ...