Thank You For Not Stealing My Rental Car

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It was 40 degrees and raining when my plane touched down at Cleveland-Hopkins International Airport around 1 a.m. A series of delays in Chicago pushed my flight from late night to red eye, and my eyes were very red. After a full day of work and a seemingly interminable layover in a strange airport, I wanted nothing more than to retire to a warm bed at the cheap hotel I found nearby. But first I had to get my rental car.