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Updated 141 Days ago
Walking in High Heels
by Trish Gazall in "Health & Life"
If you saw a woman walking down 270 on Friday, it was me. My car broke down about ½ mile before McDonnell Blvd. I walked in high-heeled boots. That was fun.
A backstory: I’ve been telling my husband for the last month that I needed a new car. It hasn’t happened. I know a lot of you are saying “Why don’t you go get the car?” Well—the last two I picked out were “my fault.” Get what I’m saying? This time I told him to pick it out so he can’t blame me when things go wrong.
A back-backstory: He bought the car for me as a surprise.
At one point in 
our relationship I remarked that I used to like
our relationship I remarked that I used to likeAllante’s when I was a teenager (they stopped making them in ’93.) I’m at Café Eau in the Chase Park Plaza working for the radio station—Eddie (my husband) shows up. We start to leave and head out to the valet (where I had parked upon arriving.) The car they pull around is not the car I arrived in….It was an Allante!! Very nice surprise! He had them pull around my “new car.” I was impressed that he remembered that I liked the car and that he actually bought one. It’s been four years now and it’s “time.”
Back to the present: Friday—I’m sitting in the parking lot they call 270, the temperature gauge is on HOT, my car is smoking and I’m thinking the thing is going to blow up. I had to make two cars roll down their windows so I could ask them to let me over. I finally get to the shoulder and the car just dies. It’s smoking, I’m scared and run out of the car. Then I run back to it to put my windows up and lock the keys in the car—in the ignition—that was obviously not on purpose. My sister-in-law picked me up after I walked a ½ mile to McDonnell Blvd. I was actually moving faster than the cars. After that ordeal, I went to the most obvious place to end a crappy day—Fast Eddie’s.
By the way, thanks to the two guys that offered to drive me to the next exit. My response to one “Oh, no thank you, you could be a serial killer. You wouldn’t want your sister to get in the car.” He said something back but I was already movin’ down the highway.
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