Later, making arrangements at the desk for 72B to sleep over in the hangar and for a rental car to get me to Griffin, this rather courtly older man approached the counter and said he really liked my airplane. He seemed to work there, probably a salesman, and we chatted about the 180 and the weather. I admitted I worked for the FAA and was on my way to Griffin to fly the DC-3s with Bob McSwiggan. He knew Bob and then, in his soft Georgia drawl, said, "Now look, honey, there's no need for you to rent a car. My goodness, we have plenty of them around here." And he told the lady at the desk to cancel the rental and give me one of their crew cars. "Just bring it back whenever and don't worry, we'll take good care of your pretty airplane." I thanked him and said I'd have it back the next day since the weather was forecast to improve.