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Originally posted by ironweed
That reminds me - can you tell your limo driver to stop by my house first starting Monday morning? I too grow weary of the subway.
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All that riff; all that raff -- who can take it after a while?
(The BUS, man. The bus is where it's at!)
My limo driver is off next week, because we're on vacation -- but the week after, K?
Another little story (limo related). My husband has never ridden in a big limo. Now, it's not like I ride in a limo every week; in fact, I can't even remember the last time I rode in one -- it was a long time ago, but I have had that other-wordly (really, what other word can describe it?) experience of riding to an airport (or in a funeral procession) in a limo.
So my eldest son is really taken with the idea of riding in a limo. (?!) Whatever.
[This will seem like a tangent, but it really does relate to this oh-so-captivating story.] There's this mother of a kid in my son's class whose "job" is sitting on benefit committees, etc. We often receive invitations (i.e., solicitations) for stuff, and the latest was one that if you donated $500, your child could be a model in the kids fashion show they were putting on. (A pretty good ploy, actually, considering their audience is a bunch of narcissistic do-nothings who overly dote on their spoiled children, and think their little angels would be PERFECT in a fashion show... but I digress.)
So, I sent them some money (it was a worthy cause, after all), but wasn't going to attend, nor was I going to have my son be a fashion model (as if my husband would permit it anyway).
But at some point, my son starts talking about how Simon (this kid whose mother runs all this crap) is going to be a fashion model and will get to ride in a limousine -- and how HE wants to be a fashion model. After I revive my husband with the smelling salts we ordinarily keep on hand for reviving me after overhearing or reading grammatical and usage gaffes, I suss out the real gravamen of my son's desire to be a fashion model. All he really wants is to ride in a limousine!
So, we solved the problem by telling him that next time we go to the airport for vacation, we'll order a limousine (which, actually, we sort of need -- as even a "Dial Car" barely holds all the crap we take with us on vacation -- we stuff the trunk full and are still left holding bags on our laps.)
So all was well once more chez dtb.
