*monday morning confession*
What I wrote here is totally true, but I feel a bit dishonest not mentioning that her brother is a chauffeur / limousine service owner. I’m sorry if that shatters your illusions of Mom as some sort of eccentric bazillionaire — I’m afraid she isn’t one. (Which is fine, except for that I have no eccentric bazillionaire role model to look up to.)
Oh, but it’s still hilarious! I love it. :)
When I went to visit Wheaten College (and Jessypie), my dad arranged the whole trip. And somehow the taxi service that was supposed to pick me up from the school to bring me back to the airport ran out of taxis … so a limo picked me up.
I was actually SO embarrassed. It was the first ride I had ever had in a limo and I spent it alone, embarrassed, and just wishing I was in a taxi.