
Let me carry my suitcase, sir!
I'm getting hot under the collar.
But it's not my lucky day.
«Boys.»
In my rush to get him to the airport, I pull sharply out of the hotel driveway.
He can't hold his tongue anymore.
Besides, I have to turn left.
Calm and collected
I don't say a word and continue to stare straight ahead.
The light turns green and I put it on.
I had countless adventures taking one minister and my boss to a reunion and then waiting for them as they had to go to another meeting.

Better late than never
Life as a chauffeur isn't always easy, especially when you're struggling against the clock and your passengers have no idea how long it will take to get from point A to point B in a big, congested city.
Would it kill you to give me a better extended warning?
I run to my car and as I leave the park, I find a turn where I don't have to go to the corner.
Government plans
I get to the ferry route.
The helper gets the timing wrong and I arrive next to the tarmac as the airplane is in its final leg.
A couple years later, I took on another director of agriculture;

Excuse me. Cheese, please.
The director's visit coincided with a huge agricultural fair being held in town, and his department had a booth displaying cheeses from different regions of his state.
He went back to the hotel because I was busy traveling to his family.
«Well, sir, I'll explain it to him.
Fido's bite
Another time I had to drive the consul of Peru.
«No.
«Oh, okay," I thought.
His request to register his dogs was denied.

Close calls and juicy gossip
I've never experienced a close call, randomly, except once when I was making a turn.
You hear juicy tidbits as a chauffeur, but it's not as glamorous unless you work for a wealthy patron who pays you.
Being a chauffeur was fun as I enjoyed driving and knew the city by heart.
Michael Bellamy is the author of our Memory Lane series, a collection of works that explore unique relationships with cars.




