My big sis and I had to attend a function together outside Lagos, so we went in her car.
We were driven by her one week old driver.
“Don’t drive me above 110 km/h she kept screaming; apply your brakes or can’t you see the red lights of the car ahead of you; keep to the left side cos the buses are going to stop on the right side etc.”
Precautions being dolled out to him.
The guy was just a disaster – One reason I’m not sure I can use a driver aside the fact I love driving.
On our way back, the unthinkable happened.
A very foul smell inside the car, rotten egg would have being better as an option.
‘Please wind down the glasses’ my sis once again screamed. ‘You have farted have you ?’ she asked and to which the guy nodded also saying he’s got a tummy upset.
By the time we got to her place and the guy got down to open the car booth for me to take the things I had there (Took him like forever).
The guy had poo poo-ed all over himself and on the driver’s seat.
The foul odour still hunts my system.
@ O’Shine ORIGINAL