Great Jobs: Chapter 3-Best Job I Ever Had
Best Job I Ever Had
Mom Made Me Quit
I had just graduated from High School,
had my drivers license, and because I was
known as a ‘good’ driver by those who rated
driving skills by ‘speed’ and ‘maneuvers’, I
got a job driving a limousine from pick up
points on Washington Avenue across the Eads
Bridge to certain places in Illinois. The
job was nights, some times all night, the
pay was great, and all I had to do was go
where I was told, and keep my mouth shut.
And, above all I was tipped very well. I
had the job for almost a month.
Soon, the question arose.
“Francis," (my mother called me by that
name, especially if she had something
serious to talk to me about no one else on
the face of the earth dared utter that name,
especially if they knew me) "you come here
and tell me where in the world you are
getting all the money you seem to have
lately. And, beside that you might also
tell me WHERE (with emphasis), on this
earth, are you spending your nights”?
Mothers seem to have a way of getting to
“I’m driving a limousine; I get 5 bucks
for every trip I make, usually takes about
30 minutes, and the tips are real good too”.
“YOU (with emphasis) are driving a
“Yep, sure am, mom”.
“Well, WHO (more emphasis) are you
driving this limousine for”?
“Oh, just some guy, I pick up the keys
every night from a guy at the Lenox Hotel
parking garage and he pays me for the trips
from the night before and I get the
passengers in front of the downtown hotels
and take them to places in East Saint Louis,
and I bring them back too”.
“And where in hell (my mother was not one
to use such language except in moments of
sheer excitement or should I say, emotional
aggravation) in East Saint Louis do you take
“Well, there are some places out on 40
towards Collinsville and some all night
places under the Eads Bridge and some on
down Highway 3”.
“So, you are telling me, you are taking
men to gambling joints and other places of
questionable reputation, which are mostly
owned by “Buster” Wortmann, the Southern
Illinois ‘boss’ with connections to
Chicago’s Al Capone Gang? Oh, My God! You,
don’t leave this house tonight, if I have to
lock you up in it.”
“But, mom, what about my pay from last
“Forget it, YOU ARE GROUNDED! Don’t you
dare leave this house!”
Mom sure was tough; there went another
great paying job.
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