F*ck you Enterprise Rent-a-car

This morning was the worst.  I took my car to the shop so that they could fix whatever the hell is wrong with it...it's always funny when I have to describe the problem, b/c it's basically me making a bunch of weird noises as the mechanic looks at me like I'm crazy.  I'm sure I'm not the first person to imitate an engine squeaking and convulsing.  So...they call Enterprise to come pick me up so I can rent a car so I can get to work.  But it takes them an hour to get there.  So when I say (in my bitchy, what kind of service is this way) "sure took you a long time" his response is that the body shop was hard to find.  We get in the car, and I'm not even kidding, not exaggerating whatsoever, go around the corner and we're at Enterprise.  Took less than two minutes.  Maybe the guy stopped to get ice cream?  Maybe he likes to close his eyes when he drives, therefore being unable to see the rather large sign emblazoned atop the body shop?  I don't know, but saying he got lost was not an excuse.  No sir, it was not.  Then...it took 45 mins just to get me a freakin' car.  I was irate.  And I'm not above acting like a bitch when I receive bad service.  This can be embarrassing at times (to others, I enter psycho mode and don't give a f*ck) but after a while of Joe Slow-as-hell filling out the paperwork, I started quasi yelling about how I've been waiting a g-damn hour and a half and how I had to get to work.  Next thing I know, I have my car.  The lesson kids is this:  Yelling and acting like a brat is a problem solving technique that can be applied to almost any situation. 
Reagan