The shuttle to the Corvette

In Miami she drove us on her Hertz shuttle to the car depot.  She carried our bags.  No problem.  She drags me along with the bag.  Tough one, here.  As she drives it is a constant drivel on her life.  No time for reflection.  In three minutes she has told us about how she punched a neighbor who came in to complain about her dog.  She called the cops.  She almost dislocated her right shoulder.  She's actually from New Jersey, but left her violent husband who was no good.  She just walked out of the whole cold mess and came to sunny Miami.  She has no regrets.    If it weren't for the contents, you'd think she's the happiest person you've met.