I recall once turning up at the Alamo desk in San Francisco airport. The bloke behind the counter greeted me and said; "We have a car waiting for you, it's a Mittsoobeeshee Carisma!!!!".
I must have looked a tad disappointed as he then said; "Is something wrong? It's a very fine car......?"
"I'm sure it is, but we have Carismas in England. I was rather hoping for an American car."
<Disbelief> "You want an American car...???" <Stars and stripes in slightly misty eyes - draws himself up to full height> "You want an American car!!!" (I'm sure I could hear the sound of The Star Spangled Banner being played upbeat in the background by a full USMC band at this point).
He stuck his head out the window and had a quick look round the lot. "I know what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna upgrade you to the Chevrolet Blazer!!"
Cue me, happy as Larry, driving around in a honking great SUV with blacked-out windows, while my colleagues wonder how I've managed to get something quite that serious as an upgrade on a "Group C" car. National pride, a great thing to exploit....
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