Traveling Frustrations...

I never thought that at the age of 23 I would wish that I could be older. I mean, it's easy for me to see the high schoolers I work with now and remember wishing then that I could be at least 21. Don't know why I wanted to be considered a full adult, but 21 always seems like the mystical age of arrival. Today, I realized that the age of arrival is 25. Why 25? Let me tell you...

So, my friends are getting married in just over a month (congrats Jen & Jamie). So, being a good friend, I've decided to go to the wedding. Here's the problem – it's in South Carolina. Oh yeah, the day after the back-to-school concert at my church. So, I need to fly. No problem. Tickets aren't too bad right now. The airport is only an hour from the wedding, so I'll just rent a car. Here's where the problems start. I went to AAA knowing that the age thing was an issue, maybe because I'm a member with them, that will help the situation right? Couldn't be further from the truth. The AAA lady gave me numbers of people to call. Yeah, sucks.

So, I start calling the rental companies she gave me. They both are going to charge me somewhere between $20-25 extra a day just because I'm not 25. That like doubles my bill. And, now I'm worried about getting to 25. Is my life gonna change that drastically that 17 months from now I'll be able to just rent a car and be considered safe? If that's the case, there should be like a "too old" clause. Those people are just as dangerous as I am apparently. Oh well. Looks like I'm just gonna have to give into the man on this one.