the damsel in distress
not me. but i was there. pushing a big-ass car in little more than a coat and heels. and for some reason i thought it was much funnier than the owner of the big-ass car. maybe if they hadn't been sitting there in the parking lot talking to me, car idling, nothing would have died. but what fun would that have been?
ps - again, my lack of being able to provide details is stiflingly torturous. it's the risk i take, i suppose.