Rick's wedding. Wicked hot day, summer in FL. My car had been acting up for a while. I drove the 40 miles east w. all the windows open as the ac was out. The engine sounded like a sick dirtbike and the steering wheel was vibrating like a tuning fork. Took note of these things and chose to ignore, of course. Stopped at CircleK outside town and peeled my soaking cutoffs and tank top off against the backdrop of a conv. store public restroom.. 10 min, tons of gel, makeup, and many fevered prayers that the lighting at the reception would be in my favor, I rushed out. I was transformed in that miraculous way only 4 inch black patent leather stilettos can do for me. Started the car, heard a clunk. Looked under it and saw a big bolt. Had a moment of angst, did this come from my car? I tossed it in the back seat and sped off to the wedding.......
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