What would you prefer: a bad driver or a grumpy one

I have lots reverse luck with drivers.Seen quite a few,come and go.
Let me narrate my tale of woe.There was this one driver, it was very long ago I have forgotten his name. He was perennially fond of his native place. At the drop of a hat he used to buzz off;it was some place off Madurai i remember.But he was quite friendly and quite a chatterbox in fact. But then he did not turn up for weeks on end, so we had to look out for a replacement.
Then we had one chap,I think his name was Manohar.He was a good driver, punctual and very courteous to kids and elders and everybody inbetween.I thought i have hit on the right solution in our hunt for the perfect driver. It was too good to last of course. He had an offer to drive a company executive and the package he was offered was too good to refuse!
We had another who did not last long. Perhaps it was due to his extreme passion to use the beach road and no other. I do remember with great amusement once as i was coming back from Ambattur to thiruvanmiyur, the driver wanted to use the beach road!He wanted to head straight east , hit the beach and turn right on to beach road.Very unusual disease to strike a driver...
We had another driver who was actually working part time.He would willingly come anytime of day or night that you send for him. But his weekends used to be precious for him. Nothing will make him leave his home post on sundays!He was extremely fond of all pot holes and bumps on the road. He thought he was in some kind of a race with them.But he enjoyed driving,only for us at the backseat the enjoyment was in equal and opposite direction!
I can remember another driver who had a perennially grumpy face. I recall one of my friends being surprised that i put up with his countenance day in and day out!He oozes castor oil is another remark from another friend.My elderly aunt who was visiting me was surprised to see such an old driver. she believed drivers usually are young and sprighly. He did not inspire much confidence in her though.
I do remember another driver we had, he had all good qualities of being a very good driver;he was punctual, kept his word to come on weekends;knew all the lanes and bylanes and parking lots of Chennai. But then he was partially deaf and would squint dangerously at the windscreen to view the traffic in front at night!
I thought i had seen them and classified all of them;till i had this particular driver. He arrived in a raincoat on a wet day and nonchalantly sat in the driver seat with the dripping raincoat. My car and upholstery are never the same again.
Yes, drivers are necessary for survival, next only to roti kapda aur makan and gaadi.But God is yet to perfect this particular species. I think they are still evolving...