Beach Bum Tan

I was practically king of the road back to Toronto, by far the best man for the job. But as I always say, fate is like a wheel that turns with its ups and downs. Take for example my transfer to a limousine service based California - to be a driver in good faith, in Toronto, I am now a newbie in the Airport Transportation Orange County, CA .

When I think I felt like the ugliest of passengers on the face of the earth, I was wrong by the bunch of spoiled customers that I accidentally while sedan service in Orange County, CA . Why me, why here? They could have given me to transport from the airport in Irvine CA , where - I could not imagine - people are not even half of brats.

I loved my job, I still hell would I do if the direction to head the transportation from the airport in Huntington Beach CA or do sedan service in Irvine CA - anywhere but here . It has been said repeatedly that the people of OC are beautiful and superficial. Heck, only the latter is true.

If I were to write a book about my life at that time, I would just call the five passengers You Meet in OC, borrowing Mitch Albom. Like his novel inspired by my story would even begin with the end - of my life, that is, given the oh **** I can make a turn.

I. teens spoiled with trust funds that could more or less food while a third world country. May God bless this next generation of rich bimbos who live off their parents' fortune. They were lucky to be born into wealthy families dirty, but not so lucky to be born without a brain that works properly. Get your very concise dictionary, once these brats hop in the limo. "Like, duh, whatever, right? Uhm, like, yeah? "What is this new? Refer to the dictionary.

II. Too tanned and toned beach lovers too smelly zinc oxide and salt water. They ruin your car to be concerned about a new change of clothes after they leave the water and into the back seat of the limousine. They are badly sunburned that you expect to see patches of scaly skin of their actual seats on your plush sedan.

III. Plastics. I do not speak to the teenage brat in Mean Girls, but for people who go under the knife on the calendar that you can not tell which parts of their bodies or staff, or - you guessed it - plastic.

IV. The "Prada-speak" bunch who are dressed in costume designer from head to toe. They laugh at the inside of the limo, asking the champagne bubbles with real-carat gold and give you the look down, even while driving. Sorry, I could not afford an Armani suit.

V. All the responses combined.