The 5 Passengers You Meet in OC

I was practically king of the road back in Toronto; easily the best man for the job. But as I always say, fate is like a turning wheel what with its constant ups and downs. Take in for example my reassignment to a California-based limo service – from being a bona fide driver in Toronto I’m now a newbie in airport transportation Orange County CA.

When I thought I’ve had a taste of the lousiest passengers on the face of the earth, I was proven wrong by the spoiled bunch of clients I’ve chanced upon whilst doing sedan service in Orange County CA. Why me, why here? They could’ve assigned me to do airport transportation in Irvine CA where – I could only guess – the people are not even half as snotty.

I used to love my job, hell I still would have if only management tasked me to head airport transportation in Huntington Beach CA or do sedan service in Irvine CA – anywhere but here. It’s been said time and again that people from the OC are beautiful and superficial. Heck, only the latter holds true.

If I were to write a book about my life at this point in time, I would aptly call it The Five Passengers You Meet in OC, borrowing from Mitch Albom. Like his inspiring novel, my story would also start with The End – of my life, that is, given the a-h**** I get to drive around.

I. Spoiled teens with trust funds that could more or less feed an entire third-world country. God bless this future generation of rich bimbos who live off their parents’ fortunes. They were lucky enough to be born into filthy rich families but not as lucky to be born without a properly functioning brain. Whip out your very concise dictionary once these brats hop into the limo. “Like, duh, whatever, right? Uhm like, yeah?” What was that again? Refer to dictionary.

II. Too tanned and too toned beach bums who reek of zinc oxide and salt water. They mess up your car by not bothering to put on a fresh change of clothes after they get out of the water and get into the back seat of the limo. They are badly sunburned that you’d expect to see actual patches of their flaky skin on the plush seats of your sedan.

III. The Plastics. I’m not referring to the snotty teens in Mean Girls but to the people who go under the knife on schedule that you can’t tell which parts of their bodies or real or – you guessed right – plastic.

IV. The “Prada-speaking” bunch who are dressed in designer garb from head to toe. They scoff at the limo’s interior, ask for champagne with bubbles of actual karat gold and give you the stare-down even as you drive. Sorry, I couldn’t afford an Armani suit.

V. All of the above combined.

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