The Chauffeur Romantic

Narrated diary-like account of a Detroit-chauffeur who thinks 'deeply' of his job-experience and recounts his romance-IQ descent.

A small tale of a 'romantic' chauffeur (Detroit). Thanks for reading, 

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I've been a chauffeur all my life, and well, though that's not long since graduating from school, it's long enough to ponder the deep complexities as a Catholic American man of the world's offerings on-the-road of life, being a courtier of the swift driving experience and offering my passengers/customers a time of comfort and enjoyment and safety. I drive a limo in Detroit and on multiple occasions drive Lions football cheerleaders in my Saab-limo as their chauffeur of the auto-city.

My Saab-limo black is quite a dashing piece of engineering and boasts a nice engine/transmission and excellent power-steering and cruise-control features and ABS system (of course) and a very gorgeous leather interior with AC and hi-def stereo-system. My passengers/customers refer to me as the great Driver of Detroit ('DD').

Before my mother passed away, which was just 2 years after I started my job as a Detroit chauffeur, she made me a wonderful painting of the old-world visage of the gentleman-chauffeur who'd be a diplomat or messenger of the honor of service and the joy of feeling 'close' to the timelessly engineered auto!

PASSENGER: This is a terrific Saab limo, Mr. Chauffeur!
ME: Why, thanks, good lady-passenger.
PASSENGER: You're used to the Lions-cheerleader escort by now, eh?
ME: Surely!
PASSENGER: Are you a Lions fan, Mr. Chauffeur?
ME: I confess...every Thanksgiving (in fact!).
PASSENGER: Do you live alone?
ME: I used to live with my mom, but she passed; I live alone now.
PASSENGER: Oh, I'm sorry for your loss, but you sound 'happy' living alone.
ME: I am, good lady-passenger!
PASSENGER: You should come to a Lions game; my treat (I'll get you tix).
ME: Cool (thanks)!
PASSENGER: Do you have good music, like compact-disc albums?
ME: I have Sade, Chopin, Cardigans, Billie Holiday, and Enya.
PASSENGER: Oh, good, can you put in the Billie Holiday disc?
ME: Of course, right-away.
PASSENGER: Thanks so much...you're really sweet, Mr. Chauffeur.
ME: How's the music (like it)?
PASSENGER: It's excellent...keep the volume low so we can still chat.
ME: Very cool.
PASSENGER: Am I your like 100th Lions cheerleader passenger, Mr. Chauffeur?
ME: At least 30th, miss.
PASSENGER: Cool; we should go get a drink sometime (like a date or something!).
ME: You're asking your team-chauffeur out on a date, good lady-passenger?
PASSENGER: Sure, why not?
ME: Here's a deal --- I'll escort you to your next game; afterwards to a very nice diner.

I ended up dating this lady-passenger, the Lions cheerleader, who became my 'girlfriend' for about 2 years, and I still chauffered her around, sometimes with her girlfriends, in my black Saab (limo) in Detroit. What I learned from this 'romance' time as a chauffeur philosophical driver of my Saab was that sentiment can be found everywhere in the world --- even in the comfort-zone of a 'limo' digit!

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)