A black stretch limo pulled up alongside me at the stop where I was waiting. The chauffeur got out and looked my way. I thought my moment had come, that any moment I would be whisked away to a celebrity event in my honour. I waited for some announcement, a beckoning for me to get in. Instead the chauffeur walked down the driveway of the pop-up florist next door where presumably a woman would be waiting to sell him a bouquet.