It happened in an ordinary unremarkable day, which I remember. I myself – a student, studying in Long Island, and on weekends are often sent to parents in the suburbs.
So this time, spending the weekend at home, I returned with a suitcase full of jams and pickles in the capital. To pull all this on himself had neither the strength nor the desire, but because the station immediately caught the “ride”.
Throwing a suitcase in the trunk, by the way, the driver did not even try to help, well, yes, all right: they are as present “gentlemen”, I sat in the back seat and tried to take a nap (I had to go about half an hour).
However, sleep in the day, I was not fated. Apparently, the driver woke up the gift of eloquence, and he crawled to me with various questions, which I can not stand by the people who see in the first and last time in my life.
In general, arose a feeling that I was in a television program, where passengers limo ask questions, and they must answer them, though, there for the answers though money brings, and then had to sweat free. Yes, and leading to the transfer of much more pleasant my driver.
Questions, it seems, everything in the world, “chief”, meanwhile, was not going to stop. Seeing that from the questions I was tired, he began to joke. Jokes were still the same! As they say, Lieutenant Rzhevskij rest. To be honest, funny and I was not perfect, but the limo driver was laughing so that the steering wheel in his hands constantly shook, and I was beginning to shake from all this.
Finally, the jokes are over, but began a most unpleasant: the driver started, simply put, I was “glued”. Stupid questions about “telefon” and so-so on, made me completely regret that I stopped this car.
For me it’s better to go to crowded public transport with a suitcase on his head than in a limo and with such a driver!
Everything comes to an end, and this terrible journey ended. From questions, jokes, and harassment as a headache that would quickly jump out of the car and run away to her room, which I did. And only once in the apartment, I realized with horror that I had forgotten a suitcase in the trunk!
In principle, nothing wrong with that was not: from a lack of jams yet no one died, but because of this I caught a suitcase «pinja-limo” half an hour and suffered his attentions, and all – for nothing!
Would a service limo, you can call and return the luggage, but to call an unknown driver knows where somehow did not like. Well, I will science: do not know whom to sit on the street, in the end, I lost some suitcases, and sometimes much worse.