I wish I was rich enough to have a personal driver, rather than driving myself everywhere. How good would it be to just have your driver on speed dial, and they’ll be ready to take you anywhere in the state in a matter of minutes. When I think about a life of luxury, I don’t think about living in a grand, old house, I think about being chauffeured around in a Rolls-Royce any time I need.
This is my lifelong dream, but like many dreams of this nature, it is pretty unrealistic. I work in a job paying an average wage and will likely never win the lottery. That’s why I push this dream as far back in my head as possible.
The dream always comes flooding back when it’s time to take my car to the mechanic. How much easier would my life be if I could just leave all this up to my chauffeur. And yet, I am the person that has to take my very average car to get a service every year. This year, I had to get this thing done to my car called ecu remapping. The mechanic explained to me what was going on, but it went in one ear and out the other. The information was clouded by my fantasy, and honestly, I’m not mad about it. Like they say, ignorance is bliss.
Because I try to limit the amount of time that I spend thinking about my fantasy, whenever I’m at the mechanic I make sure to get as much done as possible. This is in the hope that I won’t have to go back for at least a year, so that I don’t have to be confronted with the fact that I’m a very average person. So last time I was in for a service I also got an additional tyre service. Toowoomba, my home town, can be pretty rough on the old tyres, so it made sense to get them done too.
My dream may never come true, and I guess that’s just something I have to live with. Oh well.