I was working for a construction company, there was some legal way he found for me to work, actually had to pay taxes on my couple bucks an hour. Well anyways we were building houses an hour and a half away. The owner of the company actually worked on the jobs. I rode with him, and in the afternoon we would stop at the gas station, he would get his diet coke to go with his Canadian Mist, and would have me drive home. I had just gotten my permit the day before I started working for him.