The Limo

The Limo

“A quick temper will make a fool of you soon enough.”
Bruce Lee

Way before uber, the quickest way to the airport before sunrise was a limo. Of course, Super Shuttle was cheaper but perhaps less reliable at 5:30 in the morning, when they might have to pick up others along the way. And I wasn’t going to ask my wife to drive me, as our kids were small, and leaving them home alone wasn’t an option.

So, having an early flight to Chicago, I splurged and called a limo company. They promised to be on time and all the rest, and I was at the door when they drove up in a van, looking like it had won the most mileage contest at the phone company.

I got in, and the driver apologized for the van, as they were “super busy,” he said. No big deal, I thought, until he apologized again that the heater was broken. Did I mention that it was unseasonably cold outside? I also noticed that I could see outside without looking out the window, as there was a large crack in the floor revealing asphalt and wind whipping in as we drove along.

We made it there, and, since I was more concerned with getting there on time than how we got there, I didn’t think much more about it.

A week or so later, the limo company called and asked how I had enjoyed the ride. I told them, and it must have made an impression, because a few days later, the following letter arrived.

I thought I had been pretty understanding, but perhaps not…?