I was a little tired and what I heard was "We've run out of cars and the only thing we have for you is a Corvette."
I was immediately pumped up and was almost dancing "You've got to be kidding....that would be wonderful." ...and started planning my back-road trip to the hotel.
Well -- they weren't kidding....they had sold out of cars.....the parking lot was empty....except for this one small compact in the middle of a lot of asphalt. It took me a while to find my car that night - even though there was only one! I kept thinking they'd garage the Vette, perhaps. It took a while for the light bulb to go off and when it did -- I began a lifelong resentment against Chevettes.
My sister had one, scared the hell out of me driving the backroads into Bloomington, IN from from Yellowwood state park. I was used to going fast on twisty roads; but in a Firebird Formula, not in that death trap. How she survived it I'll never know.