The 21st century version of, "So how was your day, honey?" and the downside of being a carless banquet slave:

jenm030575: oh my god, crazy driver today. i think he was on coke.
jenm030575: now whenever i work a non-local gig, i'm asking who the driver is first
jenm030575: if they say "steven," i say..hold on, let me check my schedule *shuffling of papers* Uh, sorry, can't make it that day
jenm030575: six people in a 1989 Grand Marquis with no discrenable seat belts and a drivers' side window that consisted of a jagged piece of half-glass
jenm030575: and he made two mysterious pay-phone calls on shift, and seemed very eager to get out of there (to get more coke?)
Memetic Rick: uh...might want to mention that to the bossman
Memetic Rick: (the shape of the car, that is)
jenm030575: he *saw* the car
jenm030575: like these people give a shit
jenm030575: for the drive back, he taped some plastic over it, then about five minutes into the drive took both hands off the wheel on route 9 to rip the plastic off
jenm030575: my life was flashing before my eyes

In reality, the guy was probably just having a bad day. But Christ. One hand on the wheel is not too much to ask.