What's with All the Limos?

Sun-Journal Lewiston, Me. › July 06, 2006

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So, I'm driving down Bates Street when a long, white car pulls to a stop and blocks an intersection in front of me. This was a leviathan of a car, the length of two city blocks. A limo. And as it pulled to the curb, out jumped the back-seat passenger.He was wearing shorts, sneakers and a baseball cap. A Red Sox cap, I think. The man somewhat sprinted from the limo and disappeared between two buildings, but I got a good look at him. It wasn't David Ortiz or Curt Schilling, I'm pretty sure. I was particularly convinced of this when I spotted a cigarette butt dangling from the man's lips. I mean, Schilling doesn't smoke. He just bleeds a lot.

So, as I wheeled around the long, white car with the tinted windows, it occurred to me. Limos are not just for rock stars and prom dates these days. People employ them like cabs, riding with class to make beer runs. They order up a driver to take them to softball games. I imagine there are those who rent limos just to take them from club to club. Few pickup lines work more efficiently than: "So, you wanna go back to my place? My driver is right outside."