People

Lest you start to think that driving a limousine is a glamorous gig, I shall disabuse you of that notion right now.

Firstly, it's just another minimum wage job. Like many others thusly recompensed, it involves lots of drudgery, much of which is cleaning. It feels like I'm always wiping, polishing or vacuuming some damn thing or another, both inside and outside the cars. There are windows and glasses, carpets and couches, woodwork and coasters. It never seems to end.

Secondly, you get to drive around a lot. That's fun for a while, but quickly leads one to Buddhism. It's either that or the gun shop. Namaste.

Thirdly, there is the waiting. There is lots and lots of waiting. Now for me, that's not so much of a problem, because there are millions of books out there waiting for me to read. For colleagues who aren't word-minded, those hours spent waiting for customers must drag like Danny La Rue.

The payback for all the tiresomeness is the people. You meet people well outside the six degrees of separation, and for me, that is worth it.