It says here you'll wash my car...
About a month ago, I wrote a little bit about the bachelor party that I’ve been put in charge of planning for my cousin. The main thing I focused on was the fact that I’m going to hire someone to drive my car for the night. That is still the plan. In fact, tonight I chose my driver.
I’d like to mention at the outset that several people pointed out the possible insurance issue that could come into play. So I emailed my insurance agent. He gave me the following response (basically). The insurance you have covers the car, and whoever may be driving it, as long as it’s someone who is legally able to drive it and isn’t using it for an illegal purpose. He said there is an exception to the insurance if it’s being used for some commercial use, but that this wouldn’t trigger that exception, being as it’s a one time, one night sort of thing. So if my driver gets in an accident, and I hope with all my might that he doesn’t, my policy will still be in affect as far as limiting my liability.
Back to the hiring (interesting) part. I had all kinds of applicants. People are incredibly interesting. From a career perspective alone, I had a wide range of people apply; a fireman, a couple EMTs, a couple teachers, mechanics, musicians, an engineer, students from all walks, writers, artists, nurses, military people. Several people offered to bring guns to “protect” us. I had to wade through all these applicants and pick someone for a job that anyone with a license could do. I tried to just pick people that were interesting, or people that stood out for one reason or another.
One guy was hitchhiking across America, and was part of an organization/club that gave hitchhikers places to stay. People from all over the world had slept on his couch, and he’s slept on couches all over the place as well. Another person was a limo driver who had driven for lots of celebrities that knew him by name. A girl that applied was her college’s homecoming queen. Another guy got the interview by telling me that if I picked him, he’d show up early and wash my car, then at the end of the outing he stick around and detail the inside.
I held the interviews at a neutral location within walking distance from my house. I sat in there and sipped a diet coke. I ended up scheduling time to see five of the 100+ applicants. Two didn’t show up. I’m not surprised. That’s part of how Craigslist goes. Holding the interviews, while it seems like a lot to do for a one night job and the amount of money involved, I felt was a necessary part of the screening process. I told my wife that I was confident that not everyone would show. The people that did were good people.
I ended up picking a 30 year old who is a teacher in a suburb west of St. Louis. Seemed like a cool guy. I liked him. I asked him to call me if something came up and he wasn’t going to be able to make it. He told me not to worry about it, that he’d be there. I talked to him a little bit about St. Louis. He knows the town really well, much better than I do. When I named a place, he’d say, yeah, over on the corner of such and such, my friend Tim works there. And I was naming places all over the city. So that should work out well.
We’re going to a St. Louis Cardinals game, then coming back to my house to shower and change. Our driver will meet us then. I’ll let you know how it goes. Thanks for reading.
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“People are incredibly interesting.” – and then you followed that up with -
“Several people offered to bring guns to “protect” us.” –
HOW FUNNY IS THAT?! I could not stop laughing out loud
I think you made a good choice with the teacher.