I rented out my car, and it’s being used to haul firewood around the city!
I rented out my car—a typical meeting, a typical client. He climbed behind the wheel confidently and said, "I need to take my grandpa to the village." I immediately clarified that he shouldn't overdo it: it's a continuously variable transmission, so it shouldn't carry too much weight. The client nods, "Yeah, I just need to take him there," opening the trunk and inspecting it. I hand over the keys and think, okay, a relaxing ride.
A while passes. I'm driving around town and suddenly see... my own car. And my gaze truly freezes: the trunk is filled to the brim with firewood, the back end sagged as if it were about to sit down. I stop, walk up, and ask, "But you said you were taking my grandpa!" And indeed, there's an old man in the backseat. The client, holding a heavy log, tries to convey to the old man, "So I'm taking him there... and the firewood too."
I pull out this "wealth," ask them to unload it all right now, and the client makes the final remark: "Then I won't pay the rent." So there you stand, clearing away the logs, and inside you're thinking: why do people treat other people's cars like trucks?