Like any mother, when my daughter was little, she had to constantly read fairy tales. My daughter grew up, and life over time showed that in every fairy tale has some truth.
Once having decided to upgrade her daughter dressing room, went to one major New York shopping center. There rode the subway, back and decided that with all the bags would be easier to get limo. I caught some sort of a passing car, got in and then it began.
I call the driver the address, like, nodding his head, drove. After a while I noticed that the road – a kind of strange: okay, I think I still Long Island does not thoroughly know the driver behind the wheel – he knows best.
Meanwhile, our driver turned to music, guess three times, what? Right, chanson, it is all the drivers listen. First song still does not have, well, “Vladimir Central” and other “hits”. And then it started: swearing, mats, and the driver, probably even like it: it is only in the rhythm of sitting and rocking.
If one was traveling, could and be patient, though why, I ask, should I listen to it? But sitting next to her daughter, she is now here for a few minutes later heard that later on the rest of my life enough.
Politely ask the driver to change the repertoire, he reluctantly, clenching his teeth, turns off his music. Ominous silence reigns, I calmed down, but not for long. Our driver-pest finds new “fun”: opens a pack of cigarettes and starts with might and main to smoke. Naturally, all the smoke goes to us. Maybe someone likes it when his envelop with smoke, but what concerns me, because smoking is always hated. Unfortunately, the road does not end, and then see what exactly the area – not ours. Yes, and the driver realized this: matter, begins to turn, you see, he confused the names of the streets.
Something like a muddle and in full smoke, finally got to the house. The driver of the self-styled limo, naturally, became more and demand more than agreed, although I’m not guilty, that he did not go there. But he had me so tired, that gave him the money, only to quickly behind.
All the joy of shopping somewhere evaporated, even in the top of it all began to torment her husband at home suspicions: where you been so long, and why are you all smelled of cigarettes?
There’s your story: went there, I do not know where, it’s good that our tale with a happy ending turned out. In this case, decided to renounce forever these random drivers pests and ride only with professionals. After all, with limo exactly like in a fairy tale