Today my grandmother had an appointment at a spa/salon in Mount Dora. I decided to go because it was arranged for her to be picked up by a limousine. When a man came to the door and introduced himself as the driver I raced Grams to the driveway. Limousine my ass… It was just a car with leather seats and magazines in the back. You could imagine my disappointment. The driver was a bigger fellow; dressed out in black with sunglasses too big for his face. He had dark gray hair that was waxed back over his neck. If we hadn’t been expecting him I would’ve guessed him to be from the mafia. Making small talk on our way, I judged his personality and people skills. He had a laid back attitude that said “this can go either way. I don’t mind talking to you giving you company, and/or just driving you to your destination.” Getting there I walked Grams in and decided to walk around shops nearby. Before getting to the shops I took a detour….