I was working for a chauffer

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Danica Patrick and I
07-04-06
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I was working for a chauffer's company and I was on call. I got a page and found out I was to pick up Danica Patrick in my golf cart and drive her to 9th St. (in an imaginzry city). I pick up Danica and am overwhelmed by how gorgeous she is. She gets on my golf cart and we start talking. She asks if she can take a picture with me, I say "I don't have my camera", she says she has one and wants a picture of us. I ask why, and she tells me it's because she's married but wants to remember that there is a person out there a billion times better than her husband. She can't leave him, but wanted to remember me. She takes said picture.

We drive, in the golf cart, to some bitchy lady's house. Said bitchy lady answers the door, and Danica jumps in front of her and says "SURPRISE!" The lady says "Danica Patrick! Amazing! Come in for dinner! Driver, you stay in the car." Danica informs her that if I cannot come in to eat, she will not either. I go to a buffet table in the attic and start loading up my plate, but then the bitch lady (politely) yells at me and says we're eating another meal she prepared in the kitchen. We eat, me out of my red tupperware that I usually eat my work meals from, and I promptly throw away all the paper plates, and rinse out my tupperware.

Danica and I hop back on my golf cart and leave. She asks for my email address so she can send me a copy of the picture, I give her my business card. I then suddenly feel the need to tell her, "You know, I personally can't stand car racing, but I respect you as a person for what you've done bringing diversity to the race track." Danica smiled, I dropped her off, and I went home.