It was supposed to be just another day at Utah Chauffeurs Premium Car Service. A simple airport pickup, maybe a corporate transfer or two, and definitely no reality-shattering events. But then, the phone rang.
"Good afternoon, this is Utah Chauffeurs Premium Car Service! How can we assist you?" asked Jerry, the dispatcher.
A deep, mysterious voice responded:
"I need a ride. But not just any ride. I need to be picked up… from 1923."
Jerry sighed. It was barely 9 AM, and already someone was messing with him.
"Sir, we don’t offer time travel. Just premium airport transfers, corporate travel, and personalized city tours."
"Check your garage, human," the voice interrupted.
Jerry peeked outside… and almost fainted.
The Impossible Limo
There, parked in the lot, was a gleaming, futuristic limousine that definitely wasn’t there five minutes ago. It was sleek, chrome-plated, and humming with otherworldly energy. The logo on the side? Utah Chauffeurs Premium Car Service.
Before Jerry could react, the back door opened, and out stepped a man in a three-piece suit straight out of the 1920s, complete with a pocket watch, monocle, and a cigar the size of a baby carrot.
"Ah, splendid! 2025 is far noisier than I imagined," the man said, adjusting his hat.
Jerry blinked. "You—you came from the past?"
"Indeed! You see, I booked a personalized city tour in 1923, but the chauffeur overshot the destination by a full century! I must say, your airport transfers are… efficient."
Special Events—Across Time
Before Jerry could reply, the car’s dashboard beeped. A robotic voice announced:
"Next stop: 1453. Ottoman Empire. Corporate travel request confirmed."
"What?!" Jerry shouted, but the limo’s tires lifted off the ground, folded into themselves, and the entire vehicle vanished in a blinding flash of light.
Where No Chauffeur Has Gone Before
The limo reappeared in medieval Constantinople, right in the middle of a battle. A group of confused Ottoman generals stared as the car doors opened.
"Who ordered a corporate transfer?" the robotic voice asked.
One of the generals stepped forward. "Ah, yes. We need a special event service for our victory parade!"
"Very well," the voice replied. "Refreshments available in the minibar."
The limo roared through history, making stops in Ancient Rome (for a senator’s wedding), the Wild West (for a bank robber’s getaway), and even the Moon in 2089 (for an alien billionaire’s cocktail party).
Back to the Future… Literally
Finally, the limousine crash-landed back in Utah, right outside Utah Chauffeurs Premium Car Service headquarters. Jerry, still clutching his clipboard, watched as the time-traveling client stepped out, dusted off his suit, and nodded.
"Your services are unparalleled. I shall recommend you to the great minds of the past and future alike!"
And just like that, he vanished into a cloud of cigar smoke.
Jerry exhaled. He picked up the phone and dialed his boss.
"Hey, uh… I think we need to add 'time travel' to the list of services."
