Aug 07, 2005 14:07
"What happened to her hair?" The older one demanded angrily. "We just had it styled yesterday, specifically for this wedding. It looks different."
"Her eyebrows are crooked."
"Why does she have fingernail polish on her knuckle?"
"Isn't this dress a little dark for a wedding?"
I fielded their questions the best that i could; i flattered and stroked and schmoozed. I still think she looked good.
I brought them her handbag and skedaddled, leaving them to discover her brief when they assisted her to stand.
That was the end of it. Mary went and returned at ten o'clock that night, neither hypo nor hyperglycemic. She said she had a charming time.
I, personally, will never get involved in another fiasco like that for as long as i live. I'd rather pay someone $289 to deal with these issues than control them myself.