my car is late.
Kind of awesome: Getting picked up at my door by a black luxury town car to take me to work in the morning, and walking out of my house to a British chauffeur in a jaunty cap who opens the door for me.
Kind of not: Waking up two hours before I normally go to work to do it. And totally expecting to get mugged on your way back home in the evening.
posted by Heather @ 7:09 AM
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1 Comments:
Oooookay -- why did you get picked up by a car???? With a British chauffeur on top of that? (Did he call you "dear"? Or perhaps only British cab drivers call young women "dear".)
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