I am from Bremerton, Washington (small town USA) and now reside in Hawthorne, California, a suburb of Los Angeles. WHAT I DO FOR A LIVING; I am an Ebay Power Seller and I sell other peoples motor vehicles on the Internet via Ebay or vice versa. I am also a Limousine driver or I was until they sold the Limo. I have driven many celebrities like Jessica Beale, Alan Thicke, Liza Gibbons, Marla Maples and countless others. Marla Maples is Trumps ex wife and mother to the younger Trump daughter. I took her to a celebrity ball in Beverly Hills where the affluent gather for their weddings and charity balls. She wanted me to phone the place when we got there to inform them of her arrival so they can announce her name and give her a big greeting when she walks in the doors. At the time I did not know her name so I said Mrs. Trump is here, they said who? I said Mrs. Trump and then they said Oh ok I know who you mean.
Later that night when I dropped her off in her upscale gated community she said “Thank You for that I have not been called that for a long time, he may be president someday”. She tipped me $20 which isn't much but celebrities seldom tip (In fact they always say, Oh, I don't carry cash) so it nice that I had bonded with her enough to get a tip.
I picked up Jessica Beale at a bar in West L.A. and took her to a nightclub in Hollywood I think. She asked me for a breath mint. Normally a celebrity would never eat anything from a limo driver but she was meeting a guy and was desperate not to blow it. They normally think of limo drivers like they do maids, strictly a servant, they don't tip the maid so they don't tip the chauffeur. It's ironic that a person who makes $30,000 a year tips me $60 or $100 and a celebrity who makes 3 million or more a year does not tip at all.
I picked up Alan Thicke at the airport, he was a real winner. He doesn't mind causing a scene on an airplane. When he's boarding the aircraft and the person in front of him stops to put a bag in the overhead compartment he get's all ticked off. He's the only one that complains. You see he hates to wait and that attitude caused him to wait longer. I was outside the airport waiting to pick him up. We have a man at the baggage terminal that calls me just before they are ready to come out. He pressured the guy to call me in early so when I got to the terminal he was not out there yet, I tried to wait but the Airport Police waved me on so I had to go all the way around the airport and when I got back he was there fuming. He said what took you so long? I said I was here it was you who were not. He called me a liar, probably not man enough to admit he made a mistake.
Leeza Gibbons was in the Hollywood Christmas Parade. I picked her up at here place in L.A. and took her to Hollywood Blvd at the start of the Parade, she climbed on the first float and the Parade started. Afterwards when I dropped her off at her gated property and when the gate closed and I could not see but I could hear them walking up the driveway and I heard a plop and was going to say something but then I thought how creepy since I could not see anything. The next day she called and said my son can't find his wallet and it had money in it, do you have it? It dawned on me that that was the plop I heard and the wallet is on the driveway.
And then there was Paul Mitchell the hair guy. Paul is actually his middle name; his real name is John Paul Mitchell. I picked up his ex wife (he's actually gay) at the airport because their son was a bully and probably a little crazy and was facing sentencing for bullying. It was during the morning rush hour and it took 2 1/2 hours to get to the Malibu Courthouse and she only allowed for one hour travel time when she booked her flight. Paul had to get off his butt and go to the courthouse and he was all bent out of shape. Of course he blamed me, but what could I do fly? His ex handed me her phone and it was him yelling at me. I hung up on him; I'm trying to drive here. His ex wife stood up for him and said he has a heart condition and one of the symptoms is getting mad easy. Maybe that’s what happened with Alan Thicke.