Originally Posted By: Nick Gromicko
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I’ll tell you a funny story. I loaned a buddy of mine the money to buy his first limo and get him going in business. He had trouble paying me back some months and so I told him he could just take me and pick me up from the airport instead of paying me. If you know how much parking costs at the Philly airport, you’d understand that this offer was quite profitable for me. Anyway, I was coming home on a plane one day dressed a bit… how do I put this… less than formal. Actually, I was a total mess having lost track of my time zone, I barely made it to the airport thinking I had an extra hour more than I did. I was seated next to a very beautiful young woman on the flight, impeccably dressed. We talked a bit and she asked me for directions from the airport to where she was going. I offered her a ride as her destination was on the way to my home . I could see she was worried that I was going to deliver her on the back of a KLR250. She was reluctant but finally agreed to accept a ride from this slob (me). Coming off the ramp we met my friend, dressed in his chauffeur outfit hat and all. I’ll leave the rest of the story to your imagination, which is probably better than what really happened in the back of the limo.
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