The chauffeur

I’d had too many temper tantrums at my new school. So somebody in DOCS decided that perhaps I shouldn’t go to school for a little while.

And then after a little while it was decided I should instead only go to school for the mornings. At recess I could take a taxi home.

taxi driver meme

The taxi driver employed to take me home every day became a sort of friend. Once or twice I saw her at Woolworths in the grocery section and we’d stop and talk about books.

Especially about Harry Potter.

I cannot remember her name and I only have a faint impression of what she looked like. But I think she was a specialist taxi driver.

Normally she was employed to transport disabled and respite kids back and forth to school. The back seats of the taxi were child locked.

But now she was transporting a real brat.

taxi driver meme 2

 

But she was nothing like the DOCS workers. There was no air of arrogance to her. And she made me feel important.

She was my chauffeur, and I wasn’t embarrassed about having one.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s