I Suck At Chauffeuring

yesterday is my driving miss daisy night... although in my case, i get to drive two miss daisies: karen and my friend (hot amy). so needless to say, i went to chauffeur karen and hot amy home after they finished teaching their class at simmons college in boston. it's too bad i suck at chauffeuring.

for a brief moment, i guess you could say i felt like jason statham in the movie, the transporter... just without the physique, the cool accent, or the martial arts... as i sat behind the wheel of the parked car.

basically, i park on louis pasteur avenue whenever i pick up karen and hot amy. technically, a person is not supposed to park on that street. i believe cars get towed for parking on the street. so, i sit and wait in the car for them because i'm usually early... which i guess is what makes me a good chauffeur.

last night, the usual spot that i pick karen and hot amy up was taken... by two tow trucks. my initial thought was to simply park my car behind the two tow trucks to see if they would even notice, but i didn't want to press my luck.

so in my rather clandestine way, i drove further up the street... pulled over... and sat in my car with the lights off... watching and waiting for the two tow trucks to move as though i were staking the tow truck driver out or something. twenty minutes later, the two tow trucks drove away to which i started the car and pulled into my usual spot for picking up karen and hot amy.

oh yeah... i felt all sly. i am thinking i would make a great private investigator or something. just kidding.

needless to say, karen and hot amy shortly arrived. i wish i could have recorded a video of them approaching the car. there are mounds of snow covering the sidewalks. where i usually pull the car in to pick them up, there is a little path. well, due to the snow, this path was rather wet and muddy last night. so watching karen and hot amy maneuver themselves around the muddy puddles of the path was quite interesting.

sure, i suppose i could do my gentlemanly duty and toss my jacket on the ground for them to step on... but where would the fun be in that? chivalry is dead after all. plus, i know i don't want to walk around with a muddy footprint or two on my jacket.

anyway, the ride home itself was pretty uneventful. hot amy chowed down on the peanut butter and jelly sandwich that i made her... complete with trappist monk jam. karen and i were going out afterwards, so i didn't make anything for karen. in addition, i believe hot amy has now joined the 21st century with cable television.

on the ride home, karen had mentioned something about a coworker who uses the bathroom by standing on the toilet seat, which is an amazing feat i would imagine. and by the time we were done discussing the standing on the toilet issue, it was already time for hot amy to jump out of the car and tuck and roll... okay, so hot amy did not really tuck and roll... although i'm sure she could have landed in a snowbank to cushion her jump.

but all in all, it was yet another successful night of chauffeuring.