Allow me to carry your suitcase, sir!
I?m getting hot under the collar. I have to pick up the Director of the Department of Agriculture from a neighboring state. He was in town for a conference and I have to rush him to the airport. He?s already 20 minutes late and he might miss his commercial flight. If a government plane was waiting for him, it would be a different story.
But this is not my lucky day.
“The Boys”
In my haste to get him to the airport, I take a sharp turn off the hotel driveway. I find myself at the stop light in the oncoming lane of the six-lane boulevard. That?s why I?m a bit uneasy. The light is red and the director is looking at me wondering what the hell I?m doing. He looks at his two aides sitting in the back of the Chevrolet Caprice. They remain mute. He can no longer keep his tongue. ?Well, wait till I tell the boys back home.? I keep looking ahead pretending that I know what I?m doing as a chauffeur to high-ranking politicians. The “boys” he is talking about are the police officers who usually drive him around when he is home. But whenever he visits our neck of the woods, I drive him.
On top of that, I have to turn left.
Calm & Collected
I don?t say a word and keep looking straight ahead. Somehow, I?m relaxed and know that everything is going to be alright now that I have my passengers in my care. There is a car facing us across the intersection and the driver is also wondering what I?m doing in his lane. The Caprice ma...